Slightly Overdue
You know what a broken heart feels like. It doesn't just hurt in your heart. It makes your teeth and your hair hurt. And sometimes it hurts so much you can't breathe. When you can breathe again, you wonder if these spells will pass on and leave you alone again. But there is this tiny part of you that doesn't want the pain to leave, because the pain helps to remind you what it felt like before your heart broke and your hair and teeth hurt and your lungs forgot how to work. And then another tiny part of you wonders if you'll find someone who can mend your heart so that it stays together for good. Friendships and flings may help to patch things for a while, but they're not a love that may make your heart normal once more. As time passes and you remain alone, doubt creeps in. No one is good enough -- as good as he was -- or tall enough -- as tall as he was -- smart enough -- as smart as he was -- solid enough -- as solid as he was -- to do anything more than wrap another bandage around an already stifled heart. But what does it matter; the heart couldn't breathe anyway. So you try to wrap it tighter and tighter so that it can't feel anything. But that doesn't work either, because your hair and your teeth still hurt, and your lungs still sometimes forget what they're supposed to do.