The very nearly broken boy can't seem to gather up all of the elusive pieces. It's all to much to gather in this manner so it's best to leave it on the floor, where he too does fall. Besides, it hurts too much to cry, as it hurts to hide, the mess before him. The beaten broken boy takes it all in, he remembers her then, remembers them. The memories ferociously and savagely blindside him, the violent shaking of the trees that day, on their first date, as they walked in the park, serve as a cruel reminder. He's brought back to the unforgiving whipping and whirling of the harsh cold wind, a constant contrast to the warmth in his heart. Pretty soon, he's brought back to that very room, where he stupidly stands still, unable to move. His memories prove paralyzing, though they stay inside him, they wreak unending unforgiving havoc. It all hits him then, that this must be how it ends, and he's left holding all the pieces, left with no reason or a how or why. The brutally beaten broken boy becomes a man, and learns to stand, though the reason isn't clear. He thinks to himself, "If the splintered and broken shards that I held in my hand, were able to mend, then why can't I? For the same love that smashed my heart into pieces, will teach me how to fly."