The doctor called it "Premature Ventricular Contraction", but now I know what it really was. It started rather quickly, but then slowly tapered off. Some days I felt it only a couple times a day. It was a section of my heart dying, piece by piece. It was nearly a week ago that the rest of it almost went. Only a tiny piece remains, which is why I'm writing this now. I hope this will serve as a reminder to my brain what my heart will never feel again. Someday she may return and fill another portion of my heart, but it will never be the same...
It's even possible that someone else will come along and revive the pieces and fill this empty segment. It's happened before. But for now, from the bottom of my heart, comes nothing.
It's about time...
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Is this a lonesome tale of a broken heart? I would kill anyone who ever hurt you.
- Your real life best friend Eric
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