A heart
is fragile
vital
priceless
loved
full of life
the center
of your soul

its something you need to
take care of
if it breaks
you might not be able to fix it...

Memories

   The roots of the trees in Mandarin Park tower above the ground.  As I ran around, trying desperately to catch an innocent, scared squirrel, I caught my foot on one of those branches.  I sent myself flying, and landed in a patch of fallen autumn leaves.  The impact had hurt my arm, and I started to cry.
   A hand extended from above.  It was the hand of a boy I've never seen before.  I managed to grab hold of it, and he helped me back onto my feet.  Ashamed, I wiped my tears away as quickly as possible with my fist.  He took my hand once again, refusing to let go.
   "Cheer up!  It'll be alright!" he announced.  I nodded my head, and he pointed back to the playground located in the middle of the park.  It was filled with other little kids, sliding down and swinging across the monkey bars happily.  "Come on, let's go play."
   "O-okay.." I replied.  Never letting go, he led me all the way back, where we ran around and had fun together until dawn.  It was sad to say goodbye to him, but he promised me that we'd meet again.  I had forgotten about my injuries until I got home.

Dear boy I met at the park in 2nd grade...
I never forgot. <3