A/N: I originally wrote this story in journalism because they told us to write Valentine stories and I've never been good at that type of sorry. Well, I didn't know that they were going to publish these in the local newspaper and I was surprised and happy at the same time. I don't like it all that much but it's still a work that I did. Please tell me what you think.

"Remember the time I came to this well in the middle of winter?" Richard asked the cold still air around him. "How the cool snowflakes fell and the bare brown trees swayed in the wind? How the cold air bit into the skin and the well slept so peacefully in snow. Do you really remember?"
Richard was kneeling before the gray stone well with the snow falling and settling on the ground around him. The wind cut into his skin like razors as the knees of his pants turned damp from the melting snow captured and trapped beneath them. He didn't know what to believe anymore; his life was now shadowed in an uneasy darkness.
"I was only a traveler resting for a while but how could you know?" He continued, conscious of his voice cracking as if on the verge of tears. "You were looking done this very well, all quiet and alone."
Standing, he walked towards the well with a handful of freezing snow quickly numbing his naked hand. With all his mustered fury, he threw the snow down into the well's icy depths with all of his might. There was no longer any sadness, only anger.
"You asked me who I was and I merely replied, 'No one that should be known.'" Placing both hands on the edge of the well, Richard leaned against it, with both hands quickly becoming numb, and stared down into its depths. Tears were beginning to slowly leak into his eyes. "You didn't question or complain about my foolish answer. I was merely a person on a quest and that was my life. That's your best quality. The quality of never questioning my foolishness."
Pausing, he turned his head upward towards the sky and then turned. He walked across the small open grove as the snow began to fall much faster. He paused again at the opening in the trees and looked back across at the silent stone well that hid so many secrets.
"I remember that just before I left, you asked me but one single question," he said, with a smile slowly crossing his face. It wasn't a smile of happiness but rather a smile of remembering the past. "You asked me if I would ever return to the well. Here I am. I told you I'd be back and I will always return no matter what the cost. Even if my quest isn't over." The smile faded as he took in one last glance at the well and disappeared into the snow, leaving the small grove behind him.
Across the white open grove stood a gray stone well with its beauty cast onto the snow. To its left, also shining with its own beauty- remarkably much higher then that of the well-reflected in the snow, and built with the same gray stones stood a tomb beneath the darkness of the trees. The lady inside was also smiling as if she had heard and understood his question. It was a smile of beauty and love; after all, she wasn't going to question his foolish ways of remembering their joyous past together.