30 August 2012 "Heartbreak"

Heartbreak tastes like chocolate dipped soft served vanilla ice cream from Arctic Circle eaten by a third wheel.

Heartbreak tastes like Halloween candy, not your favorite, but his.

Heartbreak sounds like the repetitive piano chords of Owl City’s “Hello Seattle”, learned and practiced just for him.

Heartbreak sounds like his voice saying that magic word—your name.

Heartbreak looks like hopeful posts on a Facebook wall, posts that will forever remain in cyberspace, hopeful and unanswered.

Heartbreak looks like a single text message asking for your best friend’s number.

Heartbreak smells like a smoky bonfire and crushed autumn leaves.

Heartbreak smells like chlorine and hotel rooms.

Heartbreak feels like a million hopeful butterflies set free in your stomach when you hear someone claim the two of you would be great together.

Heartbreak feels like hot tears cascading silently down innocent cheeks when the realization finally comes crashing down: he will never like me back.