My Piece of Heaven...

Once I met a boy. He was very much like me. We thought the same thoughts, liked the same things, and a lot of things of the similar effect. He called me his twin little sister and I called him my big twin brother. One day he met my best friend and loved her. She loved him back. They were not "in love" but they had somethin' going. It was amazing, the three of us. We had the best times in the world! Then, I met another boy. He was perfect in every way. He was one of those boys you go entirely "head over heels" for. There were so many things him and I planned for the future. So many things. He became part of our group. And we all had the best times in the world! Those times and moments we all shared were little pieces of heaven. They are incomparable to anything else. They were amazing and the best times in my life so far. But... at this age, it seems nothing lasts forever. Friends come and go. Days go by and never return. Night comes and another day dawns. Days when you lose your piece of heaven are the days you go out in search for the good things you will never lose. You hold close to your family and, if you're lucky, your best friend. Because they will always be there for you... They will stand by your side on your journey for that piece of heaven that you, really, will have forever.