When I was a young girl my father used to tell me not to take love lightly. He said it doesn’t happen often, so when it come around cherish it. Because it never stays. I though if it doesn’t stay for long then how good can it really be? Years later, I was walking in the dark and an arrow struck my from behind. I was wailing and bawling asking the emptiness what to do. My dad helped me to my feet and told me I had to get over it, and take the arrow out. But I didn’t want to... I wanted it to last. I wanted to feel the pain of it all for longer. But as I started to bleed out, I realized my father was right. I tried my best to pull the arrow from my side, but I fell. The arrow went straight through me. And I was left with a gaping hole. My dad sewed me up, and explained that not all arrows will be good for you. Especially if they’re only a shot in the dark.