Shattered.

In her heart will be the capacity to love till it hurts.

It hurts now.
It'll hurt for a little while more.


Why don't you just say.
"Hey Nat, I don't love you any longer. I'm sorry for what I did. I just did it cuz you were hot."

Right, at least he thinks I'm hot.


Hmm.
So he has a girlfriend with the same surname as me.
How coincidental.


The most sensitive part of my being?
MY HEART.

Break it. You die.
You just broke it. But I dont want you to die.
I cant believe it.
I just LOVE you.


I'm reminded of the song "Prodigal Son".
Just that you aint my son.

I forgive you.
I love you.
You are mine, take my hand.
Go in peace, sin no more.
Beloved one.