"So that was it?" My heart asked.
"Yeah" I sighed.
"But I really loved that one." My heart cried.
"It's okay." I lied.
"It doesn't feel okay." It whined.
"She's happier with him, she's better of with him." I sighed.
"But her smile... the way she made us feel. Her long brown hair that looked soft like the silk sheets our mother use to have. Her eyes were like polished amber at first dawn filled with warmth and love. I wanted her to love us." My heart pined.
"Me to." I cried.
There was a pause as I stared into the dark and thought of nothing but the weird missing feeling.
"She made her choice and it's okay it isn't us." I sighed yet again in disbelief.
"I don't like it." My heart whined.
"I know." I sighed.
"Will we be okay?" My heart asked.
"Yes." I lied.