Come Break My Heart Again

The first time Ryder James broke my heart, I was fifteen and fearless.

The second time he broke my heart, I was eighteen and jaded.

Both times, I fell for him effortlessly.

Falling is easy.

Our landings are hard. Painful.

We were a sad song with a slow melody. Flowers with paper petals. Hidden letters with visible tears. A beautiful tragedy.

Except tragedies have endings. Our story just ... stopped.

Seven years later, I still have more questions than answers. Questions I'm too proud to ask after a...