I've seem to forgotten how to write. My ideas seem scattered and all mixed up, when ever I try, nothing comes. I keep getting sad memories, some real some I don't know. I keep remembering you, how hours went by when we were alone, hiking, looking, always looking for that door, that pass way to another world, a different reality, were we could be happy. But you were always happy, as long as we were together, as long as I didn't go. But I left you. I am soo sorry, I am still sad, I still regret every moment.