Moments Captured, Moments Lost

I count the heartbeats, hollow, empty, as silence passes. You turn away, shrug, and toss the piece of me I entrusted you with back at my feet in a crumpled ball. It's over.

Told through snapshots, fraught with emotion, and entirely true, this is the life cycle of a strange little bird called 'love' and a few months in the lives of two people it touched.