Boomerang

My boy was a boomerang, with brown hair and golden eyes. He simply kept coming back, no matter how far I pushed him away or how distant I stayed. He loved me with a love that was more than enough. He gave me all the love I could never reciprocate. He knew all about my past and all my mistakes, yet he loved me just the same. He was a boomerang, my boy - oh, and I hope he still loved me up to this day!

You see, my boy was a boomerang, until one fateful day, when I broke his propellers and threw him away.