Homesick Hero

Imagine the loves of our lives as a simple child's toy left lying on a beach. You now, a simple piece of plywood with geometric shapes cut out of it where our loves have cut their own distinct shapes into it. Many of these pegs are held firmly in place and others are now missing. As the wind blows the sands of time across the beach, they form drifts against those loves that are firmly in place. As for those missing loves, their distinct impressions remain in the wood. Sort of the grain of our life if you please yet the ever blowing sands fill in their impressions. For as long as the wind can blow however, it cannot completely fill the voids. A dimple in the center of the hole will always remain, waiting to once again accept the love for which it was created. When a love never again returns it will forever leave this underlying whole no matter how much sand overwhelms it. It may not stand out to the casual onlooker but yet it is there. Now, when a love returns and fits into its place it is as though it had never left. It's place is comfortable, firm, and safe for as long as it stays. But when it leaves again, it expose a greater whole for now the sands of time have grown around it leaving a sharp slicing whole in the sand.

Could kill for a smoke but a certain little princess wouldn't like that.
Can't quite give up those last few butts. someone give me a script or something!

That sucked! my text didn't go through.

hmm let's see!