I feel like there's a rock in my chest today.

Robyn is experiencing her first broken heart.

There's a girl a year older, who lives next door, whom Robyn totally adores. Robyn has just discovered that the feeling is not reciprocated by the other girl, whom I don't think dislikes Robyn, just has no particular interest in her, being a very popular and very busy grade two girl. I was the one who had to break the news to Robyn. We've sort of suspected it for a while, and I was hoping Robyn would pick up the signals too, but it was a total shock to Robyn when I talked to her last night about it. (I got the picture from the other girl's mom because Robyn begged and begged me to phone to try to arrange a formal play date since the casual weekend play dates they used to have never seem to happen anymore.)

It's hard, because when they were little, they had such fun playing together. I just assumed they'd always be friends, as they grew up together. Often on the weekend they would make casual arrangements across the fence and play at each other's house. And then over the course of this year, those occasions have been getting fewer and further between.

Robyn doesn't want to talk about it too much, or at least won't talk about her feelings about it. I can see it's hurting her though. I want to hold her tight and not let go until the pain is squeezed away.