A heart is fragile, selfish sometimes. When a person is in love they fall, deep, giving away pieces of themselves that can never be reclaimed. My heart, once vibrant and full of hope, slowly withered under the weight of his indifference. As I lay there, shattered and trampled, the remnants of my once vibrant heart were scattered across the cold, unfeeling earth. Each step he took was a reminder of the love I had so freely given, now trodden underfoot. The pain of his indifference was a cruel wind, stripping away the last vestiges of my hope. I had once bloomed with the promise of eternal affection, but now, all that remained were the bruised petals of a love that had been too easily discarded.