Was it possible to break your own heart?
Did heartbreak only occur when a second party was involved? Did it have to be inflicted by a lover? A family member?
Or, could your own thoughts and made-up fantasies cause the same terrible damage?
It was these questions that had puzzled her for days. She laid in bed and felt them float above her head. She could almost see the curve of each individual letter pertaining to the dreadful problems.
They demanded answers. Yet, she was unable to grasp an intellectual answer.
She could only answer with emotion.
But, how could she find the words to explain that she felt her heart drop to her stomach so often, that she wasn’t even sure if her heart was in its proper place anymore? Her chest was left hollow. A deep blue substance of melancholy and dissatisfaction had filled the empty cavity.
She walked through the day in a daze, with the constant feeling of blue.
She wanted to bury herself in it and hideaway.
She wanted to force her heart back together and return it to its rightful home.
But, the blue was always stronger than her pathetic thoughts. She couldn’t conquer the blue. Instead, she remained in bed, staring at the letters belonging to her emotional questions.
The blue nestled deeper into her chest.