The Value of Love

Sometimes she cried for all the beautiful things she had known, precious memories like cursed treasure, so tempting...

She turns glittering moments over in her mind, devastating because she can only hold on to them. She always knew money didn’t buy happiness, but no one said devotion didn’t either.

She now knows the pitfalls of greed, and how it’s worse to lust for love than gold. Time doesn’t heal that wound. His tattoo suggests he understood that, somehow.

“Do you ever hate your happy memories?”

He never answered her before tonight.

“I don’t have any of those.”