Everyone falls in love but few stay in love. Freya had everything in life besides him and he had nothing in life besides her. *** "I have to do this" he said with a pained look on his face as be placed a square and soft velvety box in my hand and leaned into my ear and whispered, "Don't wait for me". "Don't go" I muttered more to myself than him as I tried to keep the tears in which was a battle I was losing really tremendously. Love is constructive and all powerful. It reclaims the fallen ones.