[ WP ] Write your heart onto your sleeve , Reddit .

I've been asked before to share my stories, the ones of loss and pain and heartbreak and heartache. 
 
 They asked to see the colour of my heart and my blood, understand each trembling beat. 
 
 I suppose I'd have to start at the beginning. 
 
 A long time ago, a very long time ago, I met someone. Oh, she was special. I loved her, yearned for her. Each beat of my heart was for her. For over a year I waited, hoped, and dared to dream that one day I would see that dream realized. 
 
 When that day came I was flush with excitement and nerves, I was but a boy. I knew nothing of the world. 
 
 All I knew was love. Even through the trials, the tests of faith and virtue, there was always love. 
 
 As the years passed things began to change. It became more of the same, each day repeating itself and each motion becoming familiar rather than true expression. 
 
 Soon, those days became weeks, to months, to years. Until it was all gone. She got on a plane and I was left behind, wondering why and if I could survive. 
 
 There was no hope for a future. 
 
 So I poured myself into work, writing and dreaming again. I wanted more. I desired more. I thirsted for more. 
 
 Like an unquenchable fire within, driving me to see more from life than I had thought possible. 
 
 Consuming me. 
 
 Like love had once before. 
 
 Leaving me to wonder. 
 
 Would this dream too fade? Pass into the mists and leave me behind, lost and forlorn? 
 
 Are you satisfied? With my blood as ink and my soul bared on paper?
