I like the notion of farting

Yeah, I know, “disgusting”

But it’s human.

Everyone in the world farts; it’s natural.

Some people think it’s extremely rude, others extremely funny.

I think to a point, a fart is a bit...endearing.

I mean, who do you fart around?

People you’re most comfortable with,

The people you love.  The people who are in your heart, and you in theirs.

But love doesn’t always stay the same it seems…hearts are easily broken.

Then the love that was in it pushes out through the cracks, dissipating into the air.

I had a friend who one said, “’It is better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all’ is bullshit.”

She continued, “I wish it didn’t happen, so my heart wouldn’t hurt, so I wouldn’t want to cry.  Life stinks.”

I nodded, but I didn’t understand—how does a broken heart feel?  What is love?

“Baby don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me, no more.”?

I tried to put myself in my friend’s shoes, but to no avail, I just couldn’t comprehend the matter.

The loss of a person who you could be comfortable farting around.

Someone who’d laugh it off, maybe fart themselves.

Someone who you could be your genuine, weird self around, I guess…

But I don’t get it.