At eighteen, in the prime of his youth, he met the person he fell in love with at first sight. That love was like a landslide, sweeping him from the mountaintop into the valley, heedless of his struggles. Only after he pieced his body back together, stitched up his broken heart, and lay in a mud pit gazing at the darkness overhead did he discover a precious love hidden behind dense storm clouds, between majestic mountains. That love was like a star. Though it could not light up the heavy night sky, it would stay by his side for the rest of his life, as long as he looked up.
