I sat there crying.

Filled with anxiety, confusion and lonliness.
Asking myself when I stopped relying… on the one and only. And why he had stopped trying πŸ™

My head hurts. Along with every bone.
Feeling as if I was treading up this high and cold mountain. SCARED. And ALONE.

Alone.

"How could this be, if you promised me you'd always be there!"
While the higher I go, I feel that my exhaustion is from lack of air!

Air.

Never seen. But always there πŸ™‚

ALWAYS there.

A thumbprint within a scupture. A unique brushstroke on a painting.
You're always there. Everlasting.
Yet alone I feel πŸ™
With no hope as far as I can see.

But YOU. You warned me: "If you give it ALL to me.
You will be like a tree… in Autumn, all your leaves must fall. For this is necessary.

After Autumn comes the icy blue.
Where I see, if your heart is true.

For when Spring comes, with it's bountiful colors, aromas and flowers.
ALL things.

All things will be new.
ALL will be for you." πŸ™‚