'If only I had known, if only I wasn't so naïve as to let my heart be shattered into a thousands pieces by you, yet still return the jagged shards to your hands.' A short story composed of thoughts, quotes and emotions after my first breakup showing the five stages of grief in a non-particular order. Dedicated to Doughnut for teaching me that you can't save someone from falling if they've already hit the ground. Copyright: The Breakup. Copyright (c) Evening Bane 2015. All Rights Reserved