It was a year of ignorance and love. I learned of many things between the two. I learned of how they relate with one another, how they react when held close, and the beauty that comes when they are apart. These lessons from the many people in life of different perspectives, some wicked and some gentle, all realized the affect it had on one lost girl. But the source of it all was from the one that held Time in her hands. She gave me an object, a life that no one will ever give me again. The Love was something remarkable, but misunderstood. It was much too complex to solve in a day or even a year. Not even I, who has been with it for much longer, can gaze at it with a complete understanding. However, I can tell you how this came about - the perspectives I speak of. This Love was different, different than what the blood in our veins could ever imagine. Instead of acting as the pollen from one flower’s center to another, it spread like a disease. From the holy mouths God provided came a language only awful minds understood. Divided certainty is what made this Love all the more beautiful. It fought, snuck through the crevices that ignorance could not see, and lives to tell the stories a generation after us will want to hear not because the fight must go on, but to see what beauty comes from a trashed love.