A certain dramatic life-episode happened to me a few years ago. Although it was fairly brief in duration, it was a very intense experience that's left me with a deep, indelible mark that still acts up at unpredictable intervals -- sometimes it gladdens, sometimes it stings, but it always leaves me feeling wistful and wishing things could have been different somehow.
EDIT: BTW, that red heart is a foam-rubber squeeze-ball from the Red Cross where I donate blood^^ You keep squeezing it in your fist to keep the blood flowing briskly. Little did I know when I asked if I could keep it that it would some day fit so perfectly into a future blog post!
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