Michael

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I sit here in my bedroom.

Last night at about ten, my boyfriend called and told me that he had moved on to the next best thing. I had been expecting that call for about a week now. He had seemed out of character, not very supporting.

My heart didn't break because you can't get a broken glass to its normal shape after it's been shattered time after time.

You get a vase, and you break it. Then you put it back together and you break it again. But now, not only did the pieces fall apart, but some broke even smaller.

That was my emotional capability at this point. I felt like the best option was to add it to the list of shit that hit the fan in my life, and let it make me stronger.

Instead of moping I called my mom who was beyond stressed, she was divorcing my father and well, I was the potato sack. I was tossed back and forth in this mess, home to apartment.

She told me that no man was worth a tear, only furthering my need to shed a couple. It wasn't being dumped, it was losing hope in trust and all it was worth.

I gathered my items and walked my happy ass to some bistro where I found an empty table.

In my bag was a wallet and a book, two things I had planned to use until a young guy stood in front of the room holding an acoustic guitar.

He started play a familiar tune I had recognized because of my boyfriend.

"People fall in love in mysterious ways"

I felt a weight in my heart and wanted to cry, only crying was for the hurt.

I wasn't hurt, I wouldn't let myself hurt because of this.

He sang and I suddenly lost all intentions of staying strong. Because with every strum of the strings I felt my heart creak in pain.

The boy sang a vibration of notes that settled into my chest and brought the most excruciating truth.

I was more alone now than ever.

And there I was sitting at the back of a coffee shop with slow and lazy tears down my cheeks.

Then the music stopped, and the boy placed the guitar against the wall.

I slowly realized that I was the only member of his audience and my reaction had cause him to pause his performance.

That's when the chair next me was dragged against the clean tile and the boy sat next to me.

I pathetically wiped a tear out of my eye and cleared my throat.

"Is everything alright?"

I laughed, I seemed insane surely.

"Uh yeah haha, that was amazing."

He smirked and put his elbows on the table, leaning on it.

"I'm glad my skills have brought you to tears, it's both concerning and flattering."

I smiled shaking my head slowly.

"I'm Michael."