I think the hardest part about finding someone, that is good for your soul, is never knowing when they will leave. I never lived in that fear, until he was the one who left. But you know, life goes on, until he shows up at my best friends wedding. Looking the same as when I last saw him, just ten years older. Seeing him made me feel like my seventeen year old self again, shorter, with a lot less self respect and a very broken heart. But I guess if two people are meant to be together, they will find their way back to each other, right? Time heals wounds, but does it also heal broken hearts?