When love sours

This morning as I was engaging in my morning routine--you know, watering the plant, taking a gaze outside to see what the weather was like--I spied an odd flash of red down in a concrete gulley outside my building. I took a closer glance, and...

my tiny blackened shell of a heart cracked, just a little bit:

























The mind reels with possibilities. A fit of rage? Disappointment over the cliché gift of teddy bear and flowers? Discovery of infidelity? When did Sir Teddy go flying out the window exactly? At 3am? Or as the once-happy couple breakfasted together? What an ignominious end--belly up, only three days after Valentine's!