100 years, since fate broke us apart.
50 years since you left the world, without a smile. you went insane, while i went empty.
and here i sit, every night- in the place you sat once upon a time.
with you never beside me.
but i'll never forget you.
the only regret i have?
to have never felt your lips,
i don't even keep track of all the letters i've written to you, the letters i never sent and the letters i never finished.
the letters you never read.
things have changed.
the village was demolished, now stands a city. of tall buildings built with metals and glass.
but the mountain stands.
your children's, children and their soon to be children look after the mountain. a charity is what they call it.
you wrote a book about us, and your people read that book. they protect this mountain and all it's stories. people call us a sad love story, forbidden lovers and a disappointing ending of fate.
they'll never understand the pain i feel everytime i read your stories. knowing what inspired them.
i'll be the only one to know, that with every page you wrote, the more insane you grew.
you gave them all a devastating ending, an ending which you never got the chance to see.
i can never be free, i can never die.
so, i sit here. on this mountain of endless possibilities, remembering you.
never being able to forget the way you made a lost boy feel.
limerence, is a scary feeling. wouldn't you say?