I have a place in my heart, which still pains whenever I touch upon it. I suppose it always will be that way. 14 years ago I met him, and he is still there in my heart. It was not meant to be, yet when I think upon it it seems like yesterday. Love never goes away even if the person does. The pain of loss is still there hidden inside my thoughts of joy encasing it like the shell of an acorn, and then a few years ago I realized that the acorn had blommed into an oak tree which I can hold onto forever strong in times of loneliness, or sorrow.
