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Mar 21, 2005 17:51

I know what it means to have a broken heart, and it's not like I thought it was. It's not like you're shattered and all it would take is a few stitches or glue and you're okay again. It's more like... when you're cutting out cookies, and the cookie cutter is a bit too big for the piece of dough you have left. So you take out the cookie, and you just have a few jagged pieces. A him-shaped hole. And it's not easy to fix, either. You have to reshape and remold until the pieces aren't so jagged and they fit back together again. It's tough.

That was one thing I realized today. And the other thing was what Ty did for me. I don't think I could have made it through the winter without him... he was my anchor, he kept me grounded and he kept me from falling apart. He reminded me that I was worth something. And I was thinking about that and starting to get really sad until I thought maybe I didn't need that anymore. He kept my head above the water until exactly Spring, when I finally realized it wasn't working out and it wasn't going to and I should just give up. He's wonderful, the most wonderful person I've ever met. He's so perfect, but there'll be other guys just as good or better.

No, I'm not sure. But I can believe it, because he just took a little piece of my heart with him. And that's all I think he was supposed to do.
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