Our Heroes

Our heroes are not men in capes and tight latex trousers

Or ladies with glorious long hair and lassos of truth

These epitome of heroism were created to teach us virtues

Once Upon my Broken Heart

Once upon a time I overheard a conversation between two people. A boy and a girl. Amidst tears and very distraught she asked him, how he felt when he saw Ginny the girl he loved with Dean another boy; she had just seen the boy she loved kiss another girl. He hugged her and all he could say was "it feels like this". His response was really silly to me and I didn’t deem it important then. In light of recent events I dig into my memory to find a cure for the pain I feel and then I remember what that girl asked that boy, but now instead of replaying what he replied I fill in the blanks with my own words.