So, here i am, back in the land of Epic Fails, my partnership dissolved like something organic dunked into a vat of acid; my heart ripped into a thousand pieces, bloody and torn (smiles wryly at my own high drama) and trodden into the carpet -- the one that does unflattering things to your prims when you stand on it. You know the one i mean. ;-)
Today is the day that i throw out that carpet. I never liked it much, to begin with.
It's funny how all the bits of broken heart start jiggling around and drawing together like mercury drops, until eventually there's just this one fist-sized lump, all red and oozing and making a mess on the floor. I scoop it up with shaking hands and --
I want to try, but how does one even begin to mend something so irrevocably broken?
And, why is it that when you give your heart to someone to look after, it never comes back to you in the same shape as when you gave it?
