Sadness is a daunting subject to write about. That's for sure. Sadness is something we feel as we grow up; perhaps we lose our favorite toy growing up, or a pet that is near and dear to us runs away from home. While we may weep for a season, it usually passes, and we grow, get stronger, and move on with life. But what about the moments that are so hurtful they leave scars? The kind of life events that shape us forever; we might put up walls, or change our behavior drastically. That's the kind of event I need to vaguely talk about today. I've eluded to it many times before in writing, but there's one particular event in my life that changed me, molded me, created a wound that took YEARS to heal into an ugly scar. I want to preface talking about this by stating I am not perfect. I never was, I never will be. She wasn't either. I've only been truly, romantically, in love once in my life. I was a senior in high school, and she was a freshman. I