Chapter Eight

S t a y i n g  T o g e t h e r

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          Kayla immediately took on the new role of my best friend. She understood what I was going through, because she went through it too.

          "Kayla?" I asked.

          "Yeah?" She looked at me. "What's wrong? Do you want some food, or. . . " She trailed off, shifting uncomfortably.

          "Does heartbreak get better?" I asked. "Will I get better?"

          "Yeah, you will," she said. "You'll meet someone, like I met Blake, and he'll sweep you off his feet. But this time, it won't be butterflies in your stomach. It won't be things like he takes you out on dates every once and a while. No, for this, he makes everyday feel like a date. You don't feel nervous, because you're sure of what you have."

          "How long did it take for you?" I asked. "You know, to get over Ryan?"

          "Honey," she told me, "you don't get over your first love. You just find someone you love more. First love will make a hole. It won't be noticeable, though. But when you meet the right guy, he'll notice right away. He'll fill it with some of his heart."

          "These are all metaphors, right?" I asked. "I mean, Luke didn't literally cut a hole in my heart. My future guy won't have to literally cut a hole in his to fill mine?"

          She grinned at me, throwing a pillow. "Are you okay?" She asked me.

          "No," I told her. "But at least I can breathe."

          "What happens now?" She asked. "Yelling about the backstabbing friend, eating chocolate ice cream, listening to break up songs?"

          "No," I said. "We don't do anything. Karma will get them eventually."