Broken Heart

     What do I do when I've broken someone's heart? It was not my intent. In fact, I did nearly everything possible to guard against it. I was honest, frank, and forthright. She accepted those terms. In fact, she embraced them, outwardly.
     Even though I knew it was a farce, I rationalized away my guilt. Now, looking back over my happy shoulder, I see the sorrow left behind in my wake. To me, no more than a ripple. To her, a typhoon of the soul, thrusting straws precariously upon her camel.
     Am I so callous that I don't care? Do I remove my emotions because I am correct or justified? Can I forgive and forget when such an act requires no charity because it is directed inward?

No.
I feel.
But, never as much as she.

I'm sorry.