See, How I left With Every Piece Of You

“Was it hard?“, I  was asked.
Letting go?”

“Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn’t real”, I replied.

What did you do then?’, I was asked again.

 “He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry ”, I quoted ‘the little book thief’. I went back to that boy, who has become a man, and cried. Not because  someone broke my heart, but because I realized that without the boy/man who steps on my heart, I was  missing a piece of myself…he is the only one who makes that  aching, gut wrenching emptiness fade away.

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