The Thread

i couldn't believe it... what was happening... i didn't want to... i felt dead inside the whole time.
every sentence, every word, tore my insides apart. it kept being torn and torn and torn... until there was nothing left. but wait! there... dangling by a single thread... was my heart. i saw it there... dangling quite precariously. i didn't want to touch it. and at that moment... it felt like that thread was breaking. slowly but surely breaking... leaving me as a heap of mangled emotions. but then suddenly, something happened. it was very queer... i felt a strange... tang at that string that my heart was holding onto... a tug if you will. and it looked as if... no, it can't be... someone was pulling that string to grab hold of my heart? the same person that almost cut the thread... grabbed back on and was grasping BACK ON? i was filled with... joy. overwhelmed by it! i grabbed back onto my own heart as well... and together, we fixed my insides... stitched them back together... as if nothing ever happened. but something did happen... i will remember... she will remember... we need to... to keep that connection strong. it scared me alright.... it frightened me... that my heart almost fell into a heap with the rest of me... but no. she was there to catch it again... like she usually does. like we usually DO. i was lucky this time around. hopefully... we keep to our words. i believe we can. i love her... she loves me. so far everyone should be alright. future here we come!