What is love? Love; a deep and meaningful bond, yet so many times is the word used in vain. Love; I love my plants, but I'm not in love with them. I can live without my plants. I don't know how I live without.... You.

Love in actuality, is friendship. Love was our bond, our friendship broken by awful circumstance, a cruel event, a heart-shattering occurance.

All my thoughts are pained ones when they are thoughts of you.... Thoughts of our lost love.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones

And words can never hurt me,

But pain and sorrow never leave

My heart when you desert me."

I will never be the same without your love, but I will always hold the memory of our lost bond in my heart.











I love you, sweet tail, and I will never forget you!