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There was a story long in the making, slow in the writing that both Eric and Kelly had been working on. Thing is, neither of them knew the other was writing it.
Time, distance, experience and a leaking toilet come together to finally tell the story that both of them so wished would be told.
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
I have been trying to write this story for a long time now. As long as I can recall, I have wanted to write the story of a brokenhearted man. A man who wanders through life, bumping into others and finding his way, losing it again and how his broken heart moves him from one place to another. Searching, longing, reaching, trying. I realized today that the reason I have trouble writing that story is because I envy the brokenhearted man. I admire the brokenhearted man. I wish to God above that I was the brokenhearted man. I am not. And that realization is killing me.
There is an ease to the brokenhearted man because he is broken and when something is broken, it can be mended. In some way. I know, at first, the break seems impossible and that there never will be a whole heart where the broken one now resides. Truly, perhaps it won’t be exactly the same when the broken part is fixed, healed, but it will be repaired, and the brokenhearted man can…
