paper heart.

I unfold the thin paper for what seems like the millionth time, a tear spilling down my cheek as I recognize the familiar handwriting scrawled across the surface of the origami heart. All the old feelings resurface, a sudden rush of memories filling my numb mind.

A bright smile when my heart feels like breaking.

Soft fingers gripping my own scarred hands.

Suppressed laughter in my dark closet.

Tears fall silently down my face and onto the bright pink paper in my hands, the words written there becoming unreadable. But my mind keeps reading them over and over.

I love you too.

The first time she ever said she loved me.

The last words I ever recieved from her.

If only I could turn back time. Refuse to open this small peice of paper folded so delicately. Maybe then she would still be here with me. Maybe then I could still have her by my side.

Even if it means I will never again hear those words, I would accept it, if only she were still alive.

My sweet Callie.

"Please take it back, please don't leave me," I whisper.

The heart crumples in my grip.