A short blog if I am able to contain myself

The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
The tragedy starts from the very first spark
Losing your mind for the sake of your heart

It's Feist. With the song Let It Die. It is so perfect. It is so right, that I get a little sad listening to it. That I get a little angry not being the one who thought of is. That, instead of describing what the saddest is about love, about a broken heart, I wrote about how I love my plastic magic stick.

Slightly sarcastic pessimism. Almost a trademark.

Love,
Fleur