Random Writing (Realization)

The death of a heart is a painful thing. Long ago I welcomed the cold darkness of a dead heart. I thought it was impossible to restore life to my unbeating heart. Then he came along. The first moment with him made my heart burst to life. It was amazing the emotion I felt in one glance. He brought my heart to life. Over the next year he slowly stole my heart from me. Now I'm left with an emptiness where my reborn heart had been held. He left with my heart and I now feel pain beyond what I could have ever imagined. I was the cure for his broken heart as he was for mine.