Real Love stories never have happy endings,
because love stories never end

I don't really know what to write to you... I have so many things I would like to say but I feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest... Here, let me write you a story of my heart.
It's a rather short story, as one must have found their heart to write its tale. I found mine long ago but seemed to have misplaced it without realizing it. Once it had been discovered again, covered in cobwebs and broken promises... I kept it close to me. Too close, perhaps... Because now it has withered away to nothingness and its last breathe was stolen by the knowledge that I once had happiness personified but let it falter.