He+looks+at+her

He looks at her. True love. First love Her heart soars. Somersaulting through the air. Swish, swish. Applause. He turns away. Her heart leaps angrily, misses, and hits the bottom. Thump, thump. Silence. He no longer looks. Her heart breaks; interrupting her life. What once was red and full of love is tarnished; a black hole of hatred. People begin to notice. Want to help. Try to help. Are desperate. Nothing works. She will never be the same. She is broken; like her heart. Utterly destroyed. Then enters someone new. Her heart steadies. Beep, Beep. Polite murmurs. She is pieced together slowly. Rough patches covering the broken parts. But now, there is hope. A new love. Never will it be the same. He will have to work harder. For she is less trusting. Less likely to fall as hard. At last, she smiles. Her heart jumps, swings through the air, lands steadily on its feet and raises both hands in the air. Swish, thump, woosh. Standing ovation. Love triumphs. Written by: Alison Malee