No Pucks Lost Between US

I had a love-hate relationship with hockey players.
They'd won over my protected, carefully-controlled heart, and I accepted that they had a place in my town.
And in my heart.
Mostly because Joel had waltzed right in and made himself at home.
And...I'd fallen for him. Deep.
But now the man had decided he was going to waltz back out...leaving a giant, hockey-player-sized hole in my soul and my heart shredded beneath his sharp skate blades.
The man had broken me.
And he'd done it with a smile on his face.