I think I've forgotten how to fall in love.

It was a nice date. We went out for dinner, then saw a movie.

Very stereotypical date.

He held my hand in the movie theatre, and kissed me goodbye. He was a good kisser.

I should be all a-flutter, right?

I mean, he's exactly the type I like. Nerdy, funny, responsible, quirky, confident, interested.

And yet...

And yet here I sit, with my chest opened wide, staring at the little black walnut of my heart and preying, preying for some sign of life.

And there's...nothing.

No disappointment, no excitement, no particular desire to see him again.

You know, I bet if you ate my heart it would taste like dust and salt.

A salty black walnut.

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Rosie.

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