Dare To Love Again

It had taken a long time to mend my broken heart, now it looked as though I’d have to mend it all over again...

    “Steve?   No, love, he’s not here,” the barman told me.   “He left this afternoon.   His job’s finished – surely he told you?”
    I thanked him, picked up my drink and walked over to a quiet table.   My heart was breaking, but I didn’t dare let it show.   I’d had a broken heart before, and I didn’t want anyone to see it was happening again.   It was more than I could bear.
    How could Steve do this to me, I cried silently.   Only last night as I’d lain in the warm circle of his arms he’d told me how much he loved me, that he’d never leave me.   So why, when everything was going so well for us...

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