One by one, a chain of memories would parade down the deep crease of my mind. Some marching to a familiar tune and childhood smiles, while most are recollection of pain and tears. Flashes of delicate embraces, the scent of blooming flowers and the light summer breezes. His quiet laugh, his warm smile and that long, deep gaze of his would dance lightly in my mind.

Yet, as each painted a pleasant portrait that struck my heart, each also held a weapon that was ready to attack with an even greater blow. Making me realize the harsh fact that my life was far from a dream.