Broken Hearts are Hard to Replace

Like a cold wind in winter, the absence of true love leaves one desperate for warmth.

Violet did not understand how her life had turned out like this. One moment, she was the happiest person alive. The next, she could not feel or think or move. She had shut down, completely. Two words changed her whole existence: it’s over.

Violet, at age eighteen, had entered a world she had never experienced before. Her soul felt like singing and shouting from the rooftops! Maybe it was a little cliche, but she had never felt like this before. Her world was alight with colors and music as she sat next to “him.” He was the one her heart longed for and could not live without. He was the one that fluttered behind her eyelids as she slept at night. Her whole world seemed to revolve around him. She knew that the path she was treading was very dangerous and very slippery, but she did not care. He was her world, and as her world, everything she did revolved around him.

His name was Matt. At seventeen, he was sweet, compassionate, and caring. A true gentleman, he never left her out to dry, as the expression goes. They spent every waking minute they could together. Their phone conversations were the best. His voice, strong, yet gentle, would lull her to sleep every night. Violet had always had a hard time sleeping as a child, but when she heard his calming voice on the other end of the line, she would fall right to sleep. He felt honored that she trusted him so much. They’re hearts were joined as one, though nothing officially had been arranged.

Violet’s parents did not approve of the union. They were too young, and foolish to think that at seventeen they had found their soul mate. Why would they even consider marriage at this point? Violet’s eyes would water. She felt as if her parents never understood her. How could they be so judgmental and cruel? Matt tried to reassure her it did not bother him, but Violet could hear it in his voice. He longed for her father’s approval, and she knew her father would never give it.

The two lovers seemed to communicate mainly by phone as she heard from him every day, and her heart leaped inside her at the sound of his voice. Months passed, the relationship became strained, as all relationships do eventually. Matt was having a more and more difficult time with his love for her. Violet did not understand. He was talking gibberish to her about leaving, about breaking their sacred pact. How could he not see the hurt and pain he would cause her?

Violet desperately pleaded with him day in and day out. She felt her heart shy away from the immense amount of pain she would have to endure if he ever left. Did he not realize that he was her world? Did he not realize that it was him, Matthew Dieber, who kept her hung in the balance of the universe? Without him, she would fall, hurtling towards earth, and crash land on the cold, harsh planet surface. There, she would be in shock and misery, before then feeling every bruise and scrape left from the fall.

Matt seemed to take her at her word, but only for a while. Eventually, it had to end. All wonderful, right things on this earth do. He said those two simple words: It’s over. Violet felt as if her world had tilted, turned up on it’s axis. She had no gravity under her, nothing to hold her in balance. She pleaded, sobs racking her body with pain and hurt and anguish. No other human heart had felt such pain. After a couple of hours, she could not feel. It was not possible. She would not allow herself to feel.

She glanced as his goodbye. Violet could never say his name again. She could not be reminded of him. What was going to happen to the shattered pieces of her heart? How would she cope with this immense loss of self and soul? She could not. That was the conclusion she came to.

She scribbled out a quick message. She went downstairs and placed it on the table for her mother and father. This was it. She could not live with herself. She refused to face this much pain and sorrow.

Violet dialed his number one last time. “I love you, Matt. You were my one and only. There will never be anyone like you. You were my world. My everything. I have nothing to live for now. I will miss you, but i hope to see you one day soon. All my love, forever and always.” Then, with him still on the phone, she took a dagger, and plunged it into her heart. Her dying breath was: “I love you.”

With that, the blood pooled out of her heart. The pain and heartache she suffered was gone at last. She would not have to live through it, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, trying to live normally. She had rest and peace in heaven.

The beginning of the world must always be followed by the ending of it.

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