Fin.

It's okay. No, really. It's okay, take it. Take what's left of my heart because it was bound to break anyway. I knew that, from the moment I answered your call. My heart grew so large, it wedged itself deep in my esophagus. I was either too shocked, too excited or too far in disbelief to realize that I'd possibly stopped breathing. All to hear your voice again. So, no, I'm good. You can take all of what's left of me now because, I knew better. I saw it coming from a mile away. Still, I walked right out into the middle of rush hour traffic that is you and got completely demolished by a reckless driver called Love. So, yeah. Take whatever is left. I'm cool. Totally. Code Blue. Flat Line. I'm good as gone. Ghost. Just a figment of your imagination, blowing in the wind.

Fin.