I forgot what it was like to have a broken heart. I don’t care if you known them for a week or a lifetime when you feel that connection and then it is severed it hurts. It hurts as if someone is squeezing your heart and twisting it at the same time. People forget that when something like this happens, that person takes a piece of their heart, sometimes we get it back sometimes it’s just lost. They think before they jump again; they second guess or they move back to the bench instead of playing the game. I am sitting on the bench, I looked coach in the eye and said “sit me, my hearts not in anymore.” So I sit and I wait until I’m ready to put heart on the line and play the game of love.