Everyone has that one great love. Some manage to hang on to it for decades, while others lose it in a matter of days. And a few spend their lives searching for it. I found it, for three years my life was good. But like all things you need to nurture it, care for it but like a short story our love had run its course. Ever so painfully our paths parted, leading us to different futures. For a time my heart shed empty tears, I began to believe that love was not for me. But love being the trickster that it is left me a gift. Buried deep within my soul, she had planted the seeds for my own rebirth. Password protected, the seeds could only grow when I learned to accept myself. Once that happened, I was able to teach myself to heal, to learn that we needn’t walk alone and that love was there if we wanted it.