The tree swing was my only solace.
As I walked beneath my oaks, I came to the glen where I was home.
The green trees were the color of the soul and the barrier they formed around my sacred place was like a barrier between me and the rest of the world.
My pale gold dress was loose and flowing as I slipped in between the nature that permeated every inch of my small clearing. It was beautiful in the sunlight's last rays, the green tint in the air, the warm brown earth covered my feet, and it smelled of ages.
This forest had endured much and stayed here ever in its place, nothing could bring it down.
As I rested my hand on the center oak next to a small brook running in the center of the glen, I felt at peace.
All of my troubles melted away and I was one with myself.
The only thing was, this time I could not forget his face. I could not stop thinking about his gray eyes, always so hard, softened in desperation and love. Instead of smelling the forests aroma, I could only remember the spicy scent that lingered around his body, and every time he left somewhere, I could smell where he had been. I could not stop thinking about the way that his platinum blonde hair felt twined in my fingers, so soft. Or the way his arms felt around me, the way his lips felt on my lips or on my neck.
Even though I had sworn not to think of these things ever again, they would not leave my thoughts.
And neither could his parting words, "We belong to each other now. There is no going back. I love you."