Killing Me

I’ve got to stop talking to you!

The not knowing if you like me that

way is bad for my heart. It’s making me feel some kind of weird. It’s breaking my body down in ways it’s hard to depart, suffice it to say, it’s killing my heart. Let’s just say it’s worse than I feared. Love’s not for the faint or the broken hearted.

Soon, I will be the dearly departed.