“Love”

I suppose heartbreak came to me. But it didn't look like that.

No, not at all.

It looked like the promise of sandy blonde hair and smiling eyes. Late nights in parks and all the small things you can't describe how precious they are. Holding someone's hand, making them laugh until there are tears in their eyes. Running late to an appointment because you didn't want to leave them just yet. Hour long calls and inside jokes you never quite forget.

Heartbreak came to me like that. Wrapped up with a ribbon and a card, yet I didn't read the small print.

If I looked closer, it would probably have said something about keeping it away from irresponsible people or else it will be a hazard, maybe that it will break upon falling.

But I fell. And I broke.

Heartbreak doesn't come up to you holding a sign saying heartbreak. Heartbreak comes to you under the pretence of love.