As a sequel to “The Boy Disguised as a Man”

I am in love with a man. I am confused by him. My heart has been broken, ripped out of my chest. Thrown to the ground, stepped on, stepped over, run over by car after car. But then God picked my heart up and prayed over it. He placed it back into my chest. Although it still beats, it beats slow. Each thump of my heartbeat hurts.

And yet, I say, sign me up for love again, even if it leads to heartbreak. See, it’s true when they say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. I am in love with a man who left me to die. How foolish of me to let him come back when he says he’s changed. When he looks at me with such longing and sorrow, his brown eyes search my heart for forgiveness—the same heart he ripped out of my chest. Now, it’s the heart he wants to be lying atop his.

I am in love with a man. And I feel like such a fool. His fool!

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