Cold heart

You know, when I said 'forever', I actually meant it. Not like these celebrity-forever marriages, which last a month if they're lucky... or until they need some fresh publicity. Disgusting.

No, 'Till death do us part'. That kind of forever. With fidelity, love, the whole nine yards. I wasn't kidding, and it wasn't my fault you didn't get the hint.

Okay, so technically, one might say it's over. At least for one of us. But your heart doesn't look all that bad in my fridge, and I think I'll keep you around some more. Until you start smelling or something.