How Our Hearts Break

by L.K. Reid

Life was beautiful when you didn’t know what was coming next, but when you did… nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but trying to fight as best as you could.

She scanned the crowd, her hair dancing on the wind, as if she could feel me in the crowd. Maybe she could. I damn well could always feel her.

the worst part were the memories you had completely forgotten about, slamming into you full force, suddenly reminding you of those beautiful moments that somehow slipped away from you. Moments that you took for granted because you didn’t really know how important they were at the time they were happening.

We can make new memories together.” And if I wasn’t in love with him already, I would definitely be falling now. “New memories, you say?” I grinned. “Is there space for some of these other things I have in mind?” “What kind of things?” He bent his head, his lips hovering over mine. “The things my dad would kill you for.” “Hmm.” He pressed his forehead against mine. “I think that we can definitely fit them somewhere in there.”

And I knew it was always easier for the ones that were dying. Somehow it was. I always felt that the ones that were left behind were the ones that should be mourned. Every one of us carried pieces of other people inside our chest. Our love for them could make us and also break us, but it was undeniable that it often made us who we were. And because of that, when a person leaves this world, that piece we carried for so long would become like a thorn in our side, reminding us of what we’ve lost.