An Aching Heart

Can I start off by asking why? Why did we ever use such a convoluted statement like this? Of course it probably stems from the long held belief that love comes from the heart, so heartbreak must reside there as well. I beg to disagree, heartbreak is not coming from one aspect of your life, it’s from everywhere. You feel it in the very depths of your soul. You can’t walk around without seeing something that reminds you of them. God, it sucks so much to be so alone. I won’t say I love this girl, no that’d be overreacting, also it’d scare the hell out of her. I feel something for her, and damn do I want her to talk to me, but she’s under stress right now. It’s not my place to walk in and wreck her life, but goddammit I want to. I want to stampede in there and just demand we talk. Demand she read all that I’ve written about her. I’ve poured my heart out through my pen, well, I don’t use a pen but shut up. I can’t help it. There Was A Boy And A Girl, The Kiss, She, And Another One, and Another Short Story are all about her. She’s on my mind and she won’t get out. Not that I want her to. Goddammit teenage romance sucks absolute balls. I mean, I don’t mean to be a cliche, or stereotypical, or whatever other category I fit into, but it’s the truth.