I was not myself for quite sometime. I just wish that you were there when I came out of the cave. Instead, I walked to the edge of the cliff alone to take a photograph. I kept glancing around to make sure that I wasn't followed. The leaves on the branches were sharp. It was dark, and I was bleeding, but I had not been cut open. I ignored everything that was growing around me. Every day there is another reminder of that grave error that I made. I only get to see you when I close my eyes at night, and that will have to do.