She finds herself sweeping up the pieces, yet again. She took a chance, believed him.
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I promise, you are the only woman in my life. I want you always. I won’t go back to her. I promise.
So she handed him her heart, the scars not quite healed from the last time he dropped it. But wasn’t love, real love, worth the pain?
She believed him when he said he knew how much it would hurt her if he went back to the other woman.
As she picks up the pieces, she looks at them. Here’s one – sunrise on the beach with the pelicans – that will always be one of her favorite memories. She picks up another – that was when he called just to say I love you. So many good pieces. She smiles as the tears start to trickle down her cheek.
Wait, what is this one? Oh, yes, the email from her, the other woman. The last few months, they were still seeing each other. Here is the piece when he admitting to cheating on her. Those pieces came from the largest break.
I’m sorry, he says again. I really do love you. Please, give me another chance.
As she puts all the pieces in the jar, she realizes how very tired she is. With a final goodbye to him, she puts the jar on the shelf, next to a brand new bottle of glue.
She has not given up on love. But she is just too tired to put her heart back together right now. That project will have to wait for another day.
She turns to walk out of the room, turning off the light and closing the door on what they had…for the last time.