Anything and everything is sweeter shared.

The bitter sweet comings and goings, the

longings and findings, and the knowing and realizing are deeper than most think. Sometimes the
best way to weigh off love is to see its opposite. But love is just the same. I remember loving and
sharing so much that I hated being alone. However, alone is what I will ever shall be. Those
sweet utterings and soft kisses are nothing if not gone in my time. I have loved and I have hated
but long have I abated for it to come again.
What I do know is that love has departed, far away from me. I remember her in the ray, the
moon, and the light.
She was my treasure.
She was my pleasure.
She was my life.
Never for a thousand years would I have known the truth if strident experience did not make one
wiser.
I needed her much more than she needed me.
I was her heart. I was her thoughts. I was her youth.
She was my soul. She was my inspiration. She pervaded across my whole life.
She was not the one at fault.

Chapter 1
Warm as the summer dew on the lush grass and pale as winters completion the day was. I knew
that my days were everlasting, that youth would never end. Days have gone by as I whisked
away the energy of birth. The one that the elderly love.
I looked at the ash tree growing in front of me. It swayed ever so slightly in the wind and I
smiled at its simple ness. So small yet a leaf was already there. A leaf with veins like a tree itself.
Its limbs never ending, reaching the sky.
Time to know how I can change the world, I shouted