What is love? No one really knows because its a phenomenon unknown to most humans. Its just.. something that brings rash decisions, heartache and eventually, the worst of sorrows, the one thats caused by loss. Loss of what? A puppy? A cat? Old relatives who youve never met? Maybe friends or your parents?No.The loss of your own self, your soul.Because love is a cruel angel, making you weep and shake before taking you up in heavens to show you the most glamorous state of bliss, only to throw you back down, right into the ground until youre crying again, wishing to forget.But memories are never something that can escape your mind so freely.No... They will stay with you until the very last day of your life. ForewordWrinkled fingers grasped the small, round object. A ring. It had lost its shine long ago, but it still held a certain beauty, even in such state. Oh, just how many years had passed since it was new and gleaming, glittering in the stunning suns light? Just how many months and days had passed since all those soulful promises had been made and broken?A low, broken chuckle escaped the one who was holding the ring; an elderly man with hair as white as the snow and eyes as brown as freshly brewed coffee in the morning. He couldnt even remember when he had been handled the small gift, when those cold lips had touched his own.. He knew no exact time or place, but he did know what had happened. He could remember quite clearly because it was a beautiful day of his summer vacation. The one where his heart was broken, played with and shattered... But still the one that he had loved the most.It all started with a tall boy grinning down at him, huge eyes filled with mischief.And it all ended with heartache.entry to One Time; One Shot