Week one of seven
I found it hard to get over my broken heart, I thought I never would. Then one night, by the moonlit river, something happened that changed everything.
Week two of seven
As the moonbeams danced to a heavenly beat upon the silvery water, I gazed to the stars and contemplated my future. It looked bleak on introspection, when out of the water arose an apparition.
Week three of seven
It was a woman, as translucent as fog and as ethereal as a dream. She smiled at me and whispered in a voice as soft as a dewdrop "Love once lost can be regained, but are you willing to pay the price?"
Week four of seven
Before I could utter an answer, my heart made the choice. How she heard its silent cry, I do not know. The lake opened and a chasm appeared. I was sucked into a whirlpool of water, light and chaos.
Week five of seven
I was falling through what seemed like a long tunnel, blinded by lights. I somehow landed on my two feet and found myself in a large hall. Walls covered in photographs. Photographs of my entire life.
Week six of seven
"These are your memories" whispered the apparition, now a shimmering silhouette "for your love to renew, you must begin anew. If you don't wish your heart to rust, you must choose to forget the past!"
Week seven of seven
They say love is ephemeral but isn't that true of life too? As my iridescent body emerged from the shadows, I felt reborn. Suddenly I loved every inch of myself, and isn't that the greatest love of all?