"Why is there a crack in your heart, Leslie?"
I turned and looked up into the face of my friend Joseph, whose eyes were fixed on the broken heart drawn on my hand.
"Because. My heart has been broken. You know that."
"By Cody?" he asked.
After all this time, my soul still ached to hear his name. I hung my head and traced over the faint scars still visible on my wrist.
"Yes," i whispered.
"I'm sorry Leslie. But someday someone's gonna come along and they're gonna erase that crack."
"It can't be erased, Joseph. It's written in sharpie."
To be continued.....
