Free How To Get Your Heart Broken by Rose Fall Page A

again today. I
went back to that bench, hoping he would show up, and he finally did, just as I
was about to leave. I showed him some of my poems, which no one has ever read
and he seemed to like them. Maybe he’s just a really good liar. I feel like I
would believe anything he said.
    And he ruined my pen, the
one that Dad engraved for me a few Christmases ago, but it was while he was
writing our names on the bench, and I couldn’t really bring myself to mind.

 
    I found it odd that
the two entries seemed to recount the same incident, but it wasn’t exactly like
I was at liberty to ask questions. I pondered the possible significance of this
as I continued to flip through.

 
      June 22 nd , 2015
    His hair is this rich brown,
like the color of milk chocolate. It’s also really curly. His eyes are blue,
light blue, like the color of the sky today. They are huge; beautiful, and
intriguing. He is rather pale, like he hasn’t been spending much time outside
even though he’s at the beach. He has a few, sporadically placed freckles,
there’s one on the side of his jaw that I think is my favorite. When his mouth
is closed his smile is sort of lopsided, but he usually smiles with teeth, and
then angels sing. He’s taller than me, but only by an inch or two. He has huge
feet and a large scar on his ankle. Based on his physique I’m assuming he plays
sports, despite the paleness. He looks like a Greek god and I’m sure he could
have any girl he wanted. I don’t know why he chose me. He sort of dresses like
a homeless person, but he is so beautiful that he can get away with it. I try
to remember his face when I’m not with him, because it feels like waking up and
finding out the best dream you’ve ever had is real. For some reason I can never
get it quite right, and that always makes me want to see him again, so I can
try again, to memorize him.
    I don’t know much about him.
I just know he isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met before. Honestly, I don’t know
what’s going to happen between us, but I’m scared. It’s like we’re from two
different worlds, two different galaxies. It’s like what he said today; someone
like me doesn’t belong with someone like him, but I think I’m drawn to the
poetics of that. If this is going to be my first heartbreak, I can’t wait. What
can I do? It’s fate; it might as well be etched in stone.   I mean, it’s etched on that bench.

    June 24 th , 2015 ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! (And
the plot thickens)
    He knows how to surf and play guitar. He laughs
when he doesn’t want to answer a question, and I’m convinced that his smile is
the cure to depression. I think he sees everything
differently from the way the rest of the world does, and it’s impossible to get
tired of the sound of his voice. I can’t believe I’m so obsessed with someone I
didn’t even know existed a few days ago. I feel like there aren’t enough hours in the day
to learn everything there is to know about Julian.
      But some
things are too good to be true. Today he mentioned something that, to say in
the least, complicates things. Julian just so happens to be our next door
neighbor, which is a problem for many reasons, but mostly because of one very
important one.

 
    And then I knew.
     

 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
    I’m Sad When You’re Sad

 
 
    “Julian is
Jessie’s brother!”   I said to no one.
    I felt
stupid for not having had that realization sooner, but Jessie had mentioned a little brother and I imagined a boy no
older than seven with the same eyes and a bowl cut. Clearly I’d let my
imagination run away with me.
    I found
myself moaning at the thought of this new revelation. Everything had gotten so
much more complicated than I envisioned it ever being. How could Ash start a
relationship with Julian when she’d participated in our scheme to break his
brother’s heart? What would happen if he ever found out? What if Ash felt
compelled to tell him the truth?
    I didn’t
even know