Whenever I think I found "the one" my heart is left broken and bled. There he stands before me, my former love, with an expressionless face. His eyes – covered by a shadow, unreadable, lost behind a veil of mystery. I look down only to see a hole where his hand had plunged into my chest. Then, I tilt my head up only to be greeted by what once beaten within me. My face flashes a look of anger and disgust. How dare this thing play its trickery upon me. But then a feeling of weakness and sorrow fell upon me.

"Good bye," he said turned and began to walk to that intangible meeting ground, our meeting ground. Ones and Zeros swirled around him, going faster and faster until he vanished. In vain I look up to see if he was still there, but he was not. I began to hear a cry but it was not my own. Looking back down to that broken and bloody form I was captured in a state of shock. It was no longer a lump of flesh but a small child, about the size of a large faerie. "Please forgive me sister," She whimpered, "I did not mean to hurt you." I could not answer for the words held captive within my throat. "Are you gonna hurt me to?" She asked on the brink of tears.

"No," I finally said, "I will not hurt you."

"Do you forgive me?"

I did not answer. After a minute of silence it was broken by sounds of sorrow. I scooped up the little form and noticed she was shaking. "It's cold," she cries in a soft wail, now in a hard sob, "Why is it so cold?"

"Because it's the world," I whisper. Then I lift her to my chest and begin to rock back and forth. Her sobs began to soften as I hummed a song my grandmother had sung to me. From a sob to a whimper, from a whimper to a sniffle. Then I whisper to her, " I forgive you," and held her closer to the gaping hole in my chest. She looks at me and smiles. Then without question she crawls back into that space so familiar, inside the safety of her cage. And a familiar rhythm returned within me beating, "thank you... thank you.. thank you."