Halfway To Asphodel

Her name prints a distinct image in my mind, one that is too private to share yet too common in type. Her eyes were deep, not in the...

We are all bound to one moment, wherein something paused while writing our destinies, and in that very solemn moment, we were tied.

Despairing, desolate, destitute.

What is it that's the most important thing in keeping and taking care of love?