Things That Broke My Heart

Every once in a while I think about Virginia. Because you see, Virginia, well, she broke my heart. I can see her in the spring, all sparkly with her budding trees...trees that pop out in bright colors that I, for one, did not know existed in nature. And then there is the fall. Well, the fall in Virginia goes beyond my capacity to explain. Only one day, I was driving on the GW Parkway, and it was a little misty outside, not really raining. I thought maybe I would have to pull the car over. I thought maybe that much beauty didn't really exist in the world, and it hurt my heart to think that anything could be so perfect. I tell you my heart actually ached inside.

And then one summer I had to leave her. She was bright green and rainy that day. I think she was crying as much for me as I was for her. Because let me tell you what. It was not raining when I got to Las Vegas. Not one bit, no sir. It only rained once while I was there. Vegas is heartless like that. But not Virginia. No no. Maybe that is why they say that Virginia is for Lovers! She is because she is so beautiful.

I don't think I'll ever fully recover from her.

And there are other things that break my heart. Like Harry Potter. Harry Potter guts me. That's mostly because it's a story about one average boy who, as it turns out, isn't so average. Turns out he's a hero. Not because he's the best looking or the smartest boy. But only because he is noble and brave and mostly because he loves. Oh love is a wonderful thing. But it is heart-wrenching to watch the sacrifice. So of course, I cried and it did break my heart. I hate for the movies to be done. Now that it's really over, there won't be another Harry Potter story to look forward to, and so I'll have to content myself with re-reading the series or watching the movies. So I'm doubly heart-broken.

If Harry Potter broke my heart, so did Lord of the Rings. All for the same reasons.

Paris breaks my heart, too. I want to go to Paris and wander for months. I feel like I'll never be satisfied until I get to do that. I want to see everything, every secret. I want to travel to the top of the Eiffel Tower every night for a week; it's that beautiful to sit and stare out over the city. I want to wander the Louvre all by myself for hours and weeks and see it all and then do it all over again.

And it is going to break my heart to leave TXas. Oh what a bittersweet moment. On the one hand, I feel like I finally have a clear path to take and that there will be answers. On the other hand, I feel sad to say good-bye to a place that I thought would be home. And when I say home, I mean home home. You know, for good. But it isn't, and so I'll have to leave and say my good-byes. I've said so many. I'm sort of tired of this whole telling people good-bye and crying and all that lot. But that is what I am going to do. I'll do it gratefully because I know going back to Utah is the right thing. Even if it breaks my heart.

But what I want to know is how much my heart can take with being broken up like this?

And aren't I a silly, sentimental girl?