Once there was a boy with his heart on his sleeve...
I stumbled across this today and it nearly made me choke up. Then again, maybe I've had too many cocktails already.
This is one of Max Andrew Dubinsky's published shorts and I think it's just about perfect. His blog is now on my list of regular reads and it's just as full of insight as the following short story. Read this excerpt...
...But you were a machine, and I was a boy with his heart on his sleeve.
I was relentless and you were unresponsive.
"This has tragedy written all over it," I used to say to you again and again.
And you would tell me to stop over-analyzing everything. "Just enjoy the moment."
After you left, I decided to try and see if I could live without it.
Without my heart on my sleeve.
So I cut it off.
And I put in a box.
A safe place.
And I hid the box.
Where no one could ever get to it.
No one but me.
Eventually, I forgot where I put the box.
Eventually, I stopped thinking about the box, or even wondering what life was like living with a heart.
Things were so much easier.
Then I saw you at the bar with his arm around your waist and your hands in his pockets and his lips on your ear, and I felt nothing but the place where my heart used to be.
I felt it tingle. I felt it crawl. Then I felt nothing at all.
And that felt nice.
Then she came along...
Ps - I've been horrible at keeping up with this blogging shit lately. Tons of new pics to post, new martini recipes, etc... Don't worry, I'll get to it eventually.