Alicia

ONE YEAR LATER

It's said that as time goes by, the pain of a broken heart reduces.

Well. . . that's a bloody lie if I ever heard any. This pain sitting pretty like a gigantic log of wood on my chest, never goes, never really leaves. Oh, it fades alright, it fades when I'm working and keeping busy, but then when I'm alone, it slams back into me with a bang. Worse still when I look into her face, it's like staring at another treacherous face.

"She's sooo cute. Look at those chubby cheeks and those dimples, oh my. She's going to break many hearts when she grows...