Her heart quickens and skips a few beats altogether when she sees a new e-mail pop up, when his name is marked in thick, bold black letters, indicating that the new, unread message is from him.
The messages he has been sending of late have been hateful, dripped in antagonistic splashes of angry words, reflecting sorrow though he pretends it is not.
It hurts her too much.
But oh no, it is alright!
For any message from him, whether hateful or not, excites a new spark in her, makes her do a little mental jig of happiness for you see, each message from him means that he is well in health, that his heart beats just fine, that he is living.
Her love lives, and that alone is enough for her.
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There will be no more of such heart beats quickening at his texts, for he will not text her anymore.
She, too, promised that she would not pen down anything to reach across to him.
She will have to learn to be contented with her heart beating fast when she merely recollects thoughts of him, of them.
She will have to learn it the hard way, and face life face on.
I, April Twelving, wish her good luck for she will need both luck, and her own severe perseverance from now on.
The messages he has been sending of late have been hateful, dripped in antagonistic splashes of angry words, reflecting sorrow though he pretends it is not.
It hurts her too much.
But oh no, it is alright!
For any message from him, whether hateful or not, excites a new spark in her, makes her do a little mental jig of happiness for you see, each message from him means that he is well in health, that his heart beats just fine, that he is living.
Her love lives, and that alone is enough for her.
---
There will be no more of such heart beats quickening at his texts, for he will not text her anymore.
She, too, promised that she would not pen down anything to reach across to him.
She will have to learn to be contented with her heart beating fast when she merely recollects thoughts of him, of them.
She will have to learn it the hard way, and face life face on.
I, April Twelving, wish her good luck for she will need both luck, and her own severe perseverance from now on.
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