Fiction, diction, my heart, my say.

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Brilliant. Then absent, and just absent.
New families answering my heart with "No you were not enough. So, I made a better one."
And there we were . Left. All alone.
Sat in a brown front room.
Loving each other. Making the best of our desolate hearts.
Till death do us part.
He gave love. I guess he gave all he had.
Then he left.
When I remember the vulnerability, the eagerness, the warmth, of his enormous heart. I ache.
I ache.
His question was answered with "No, you do not have what it takes."
So he searched and he searched.
He never found the illusive "it".
So he put his enormous heart away in a box. He kept a little piece of it out, to use for now.
I miss the big heart.
The warm open heart that held no bitterness and bled. It is gentle, strong and full of love.
Life is in there.
I am in there. Where has he put me now.
I think I am not enough . For him.