Hi again. This is my newest short.
I got a name change, by the way. I was Not-So-Happy Ending. heart
Love, like a porcelain ball, can shatter at any moment. It will roll any way it wants to over your heart, controlling your thoughts and actions.
Who knew that three words, those three words, could hurt so much. My porcelain ball was rolling rapidly, and now I am sure that it is patterned with intricate black swirls that represent my thoughts.
"I love you."
It sends my heart into a flutter and I am reduced to a stuttering mess. That damned ball starts rolling again and my breath catches in my throat.
"I love you."
I am afraid. I am afraid that one day his ball will shatter.
And if it does, I will fall and shatter with it.
I hope it never happens.
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