"I think I love him, Scarlett," my sister whispered over the phone. I felt my abused heart crack even more. My little sister, Rosie, thought she loved the man I loved since I was just a child. What did she know about love? What did I know about love? The man I did love was with my little sister. It was her he came home to, her he whispered sweet little nothings to, and it was her - she was kissed goodnight by him. Me, I got the awkward hug and the pat on the back - he couldn't even stay alone in the same room as me.
I felt my chest constricting and began laughing.
"My heart is definitely broken," I managed to wheeze out.