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There is no eloquent way to write this. So I will simply tell the truth.
I found a clay heart today. I made it a few years ago for my boyfriend when out love was fresh and new. Red clay rolled into a tube and bent to form the outline of a heart.
I found it today. It had cracks in it and dents all over. There was dirt smashed into the clay, but it was still a heart. Not as nice as it had been, but still whole still good. And I showed it to him, the boy I gave it to those years ago, and he looked at it and then at me and said, "Yeah, I saved it."
Perhaps I read to much into it, maybe I'm taking a meaning from it that wasn't there, but that boy and me we've grown together we've loved together, fought together, cried together, he is my rock and I am his laughter. Our relationship isn't new and shiny any more. It's got cracks and dents, it's a bit dirty around the edges, but it's whole.
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