She can’t recall what he said, just how it made her feel.
She gazed in his eyes and therein found the warmth her hopelessness craved.
It caught her off guard, as something she desperately needed but never sought to seek.
“I have used up all my glue, do not take the risk because the heart might never mend again!” her mind cajoled frantically.
“Take the risk or lose the chance!!” her heart whispered excitedly.
Then again, hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages.
She gave it a shot; too little, too late.
It feels like he gave her wings and then said it was illegal to fly.
He was never hers, but losing him broke her heart.