She used to be whole. Her heart, once small and tender, fit perfectly in her chest — quietly beating, softly glowing. But ever since he left, a slow ache began to grow. Every night she lay in the same spot, staring at the moonlit sky, waiting for his return. Memories of his voice, his scent, the way he laughed. they filled the empty spaces inside her.
Her heart grew with every thought, every longing, every unspoken word she wished she could say. It grew so large it no longer fit inside her ribs. One night, under the dim yellow light, she felt it slip from her chest, heavy and red, landing on the cold floor. too big, too full of love and sorrow to carry anymore.
There it lay, her heart, spilled open, while she watched quietly, too tired to pick it up. The ghosts of their memories stayed beside her, but nothing could shrink her heart back to size.
She had loved too deeply. Now, she was just a girl with an oversized heart that didn’t belong inside her anymore.