Lost. Such a simple word. Some say it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, but what about those who have just lost? What of them? When they have only felt the cold, and seen only glimmers and sparks, but no flame...no fire. What of them? The ones who know not what love is. The ones who's only sight of love is that in the eyes and voices of the ones around them. The ones who see it, and are confused by it. By something so very foreign, yet so familiar. So alien, yet so normal. What of them? What is to be said for those who have not felt the hand that seems to have graced so many others? What of them? Lost.... lost in a sea uncertainty with out a moral compass. Lost, that is what they are, lost....