I stare into the water. I'm so envious of this river... and all the rivers, ever. It can simply obliterate all of its obstacles and move on without stopping. Not one person I know, or am aware of can do that. However, maybe that could be done if they just, simply don't have a heart...
Because it's been broken.
She... She... Decided to separate our love we both made. It was the only thing I ever created in my entire span of misery. I saw the tears in her face as she turned away, walking out of my sight, my distance, my happiness, my life. We never really saw each other again. Not in the real way, at least. It was too... awkward. She put up walls, walls I could never walk into, or even break. We weren't us. We weren't the people we used to be even much as friends. I hide it, but the truth is..
I miss her.
