What is love?
I... don't think I know anymore. I think I used to know. I've felt that kind of warm shimmer that would race laps around the inside of my belly before. Felt my cheeks grow flush at the thought of that pony whom had captured my attentions. That... oh Celestia that feels like someone else's life now. How did everything rupture the way it did. I suppose the only way to heal,assuming that is something still within the realm of possibility. Is to go on and write it all down.