*SEQUEL TO "OWNED" Leaving was killing my soul as sure as a dagger can stop a beating heart. There is such sadness in leaving a place of strong love, a place where fond memories grew as fast as the clover in the grass. Even after 7 years, I knew l would savour each memory so strongly that it will almost live once more. I knew that the strands of love would keep us together even when we were far apart. I only had to reach out with my mind and there he was, waiting to shower me with the love he always did. But after such a long time, it was my time to depart, to do what I was born to do, to make the changes and the sacrifices that were necessary. Necessary for me to survive without him. Necessary for me to forget him.