The heart is annoying, you know. A rebel. Always feeling, Never thinking. “Don’t.” “Why?” “Go.” “No.” “Come.” “Never.” “I love him.” “You can’t.” “Don’t tell me what to do.” “You don’t own me.” “Oh, but I do.” “Damn you.” “Love you too.” Sniff. Sniff. “What’s up?” “Don’t need to ask. I can tell— by the pain I feel.” “The crushing feeling…” “He crushed you, didn’t he?” More tears. “Come here, baby. I’ve got you.” “He’s not worth it.” “I know… I feel stupid.” “You kinda are. But I’m not judging. You’re a part of me, and I love you just the way you are.”