The second hardest thing I've ever had to do, would be trying to explain my broken heart to a 4 year old.
Aunt: Oh, sweetie, just leave her be, she doesn't feel good.
4 year old: What's wrong?
Aunt: Her heart is broken.
The four year old walks up to me and asks " How'd you break your heart?"
Me: It's a long story, darlin', and not worth getting into.
4 year old: What does it feel like?
Me: It hurts, kind of like when you fall of the swings.
4 year old: I always get bruises. Do you have a bruise?
Me: Yeah, but you can't see it.
4 year old: Did you put a band-aid on it?
Me: I am trying, it just won't stick on.
4 year old: I am sorry you broke your heart. Just hold on real tight to the swings next time.
Let's get you another band-aid.
Sadly, I think it was the holding tight that got me here in the first place.
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