Heart

He told me a love story. It was the first time he sounded genuine, as if he was reliving the moment rather than telling it. But then he told me another one, and another one and each ended the same, with new life but love lost.  Eight loves and eleven new lives later I wondered if he had every really been in love at all or had just been breaking hearts to save his own.

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