Not meant to be.

She sat there alone staring at the horizon...wishing she could touch it,feel it.Suddenly,something diverts her attention-a little boy playing alone in the park,on the grass which is wet and sparkling after the rain.She seems to like watching him play.He runs around merrily,jumps and then in a blink of eye hurts himself.She rushes towards the boy to help him.He's crying,hurt his knees and some minor bruises on his elbows.She is reminded of something "Minor cuts on the knees were easier to handle than a Broken Heart"