She stood with her back to the world, wanting to see only her special tree. One hand rested over the carved initials, perhaps because she didn't want to see them or maybe because she wanted to hold them and feel that yesterday wasn't just a dream. Another pair of initials was carved above the ones she was either protecting or blocking out. The letters in the second pair had worn out over the years and were barely visible. Strange that over time, the second pair, which had been carved in first had moved to second place in her heart. Since the death of her father many years ago she hadn't brought anyone to her special tree. At least not until she met him and was foolish enough to let him carve a place in her heart.
So, I'm not exactly happy that this exercise turned out as the aftermath of a love story, but it's what came to me. Hope you enjoy it and I appreciate your honest feedback.