Goldilocks walked through the forest lost. Where would she go? Her family was gone, but where? She walked until she came upon a cottage. The door was open so she walked on in. Upon the table set three bowls of porridge, going down in size. She was starved so stealing seemed to be her only option. The largest bowl was too hot, the medium too cold, but the smallest was just right. After her long journey she was exhausted. She walked up the stairs where she found three beds. All going down in size. The largest bed was too hard, the medium one too soft, but the smallest, just right. She fell fast asleep, forgetting all her worries. She was awoken by the front door being slammed shut. She was startled what was she to do. "Someone has eaten all my porridge!" Cried a young voice.

"That's okay hunny, we still have the mother in the backroom and a daughter to catch." Goldilocks felt her heart drop. All she could think was, "Will I get out of here, or will I be the meal replacement?"

We went from drying our tears because of so much laughter, to drying our tears because of all the pain. What went wrong?

We went from wanting to see each other every waking second of every day, to barely saying hello once in a week. What went wrong?

We went from loving each other to not even knowing each other. What went wrong?

She sees him standing in a group of guys, and of all of them he stands the tallest and strongest.

His voice, so soothing, overrides every other sound.

His eyes, blue as the ocean, blue as the sky, the prettiest blue eyes.

His heart so kind and loving.

His embrace so warm and comforting, a safe place, a place to call home.