We walked through the fire lit with gunpowder and gasoline in attempts to burn the home our love was consummated in. It was a seaside cottage with the walls painted red and it was only appropriate to destroy it with the flames representing our long lost desires. It heated our skin and torched the foundation, leaving only charred remnants of our past lives. You walked one way and I walked the other but when I glanced back to see what remained, you were gone. You had vanished in the smoke and all that was left were the pair of stones we placed in the center of the groundwork. We built everything around these objects and I can still remember the day when we found them—
It was January 24th. We were at the sea’s edge when a peculiar oddity struck my line of sight. It was a rock, but not so ordinary. On the inside was carved one half of a heart and the stone seemed to be broken cleanly through its center. I continued to comb through the sand until I spotted you, standing twenty feet to my right, holding what looked to be another stone. You walked my way and held it out in front of you. It was the other half. We married one year later and bought the quaint plot of land the cottage would later be constructed on. We placed the stones down and swore to each other that we would stay together forever. I guess some things change, but I will never forget what we had.