Once I found a small gnome on the ground, I picked him up and we went sight seeing together. After that we became very close. One day I lost him, and couldn't find him anywhere. For the next few years I lived every day a broken shell of the person I was, just trying to get through each minute hoping he'll come home again. Now any reminder that he even existed sends me into a state of catatonic depression.

Thank you for making this thread rubah.