The heart, is the one thing in life I seem to question to much. It's the very thing pumping blood through are body. People say, love in the first thing that comes to mind when thinking about a heart. I think that a heart represent pain, guilt, and death. A man changed that all, he showed me that when love dies we can still live on.

It was November 15, I had just clocked out of work which means it was probably about 11 pm or so. I was wearing a tank top, shorts, and a jacket. Walking home was a normal thing for me. It was walking at night that wasn't. I had only been walking home this late for a few nights and it had scared me. Where I live, is not a very nice place, let alone a safe place....