///we climbed a mountain together///

I could build my life inside the higest of walls to prevent you from seeping in, but I knew you would find some devious way of slithering in through the cracks.

I am writing this, not out of hate for you, not in hopes of getting your sympathy, and not even to gain any act of redemption. I am not like you. I don't want comments. I don't want replies. These are my feelings lying on the table for display.

We climbed a mountain together. An icy cold mountain that was once filled with some far away word in the form of hope. We began so suddenly. You guided my hand toward yours and left us with only two hands to climb, but we managed. You insisted that we do this together. "I want something constant." "You don't know how good that sounds." We strolled, skipped, loved, lived. We acted like our days together were ultimately infinite. Like the two young lovers we were, we took frequent stops to lay down next to each other and exemplify our love deeper. And I can't recall the exact moment that I noticed the twinkle in your eye beginning to fade, or your love beginning to stray. But there was a moment. Your hand slowly began to lose grip of my own, but I managed to hold on. Every morning, I would wake up and call out to you but you were occupied with the music of intimacy. Not with me, of course. I was the last bird on your list. You came back to us in the wee hours of the morning, ready for me to love you, entertain you, cherish you... and of course I did. I built my entire life on waiting for you to come back. I pleaded constantly for you to come back earlier, but you blamed your absence on other people and as your companion, I attempted to comfort you in every way I knew humanly possible. I began to lose grip on myself and concentrated on only you and making you ahppy. Your love began to drift farther and farther away the more I reached for you. My hand was no where near yours, yet every morning, I would cry for you to come home. You never came. I was tortured by your absence. Until one day, you magically showed back up with a new found confidence. You insisted that we continue our journey. Oblivious to your deception and too excited to care, I went back to you with open arms and undivided love. We walked at a much faster pace this time, given that it was the only way I knew how to anymore. With every movement you made, I dissolved. I would ask you questions about the past, but you would just brush me off like the dirt beneath your feet. I was soon to be a culprit of the past. We finally reached the top and I held you in ecstasy, for the last time. In my relief and anticipation about our future, I failed to recognize the dagger approaching my flesh. You made a vertical cut directly down my chest and laid me to rest on the cold mountain. You were on quest to find a new improved version of me. I full awoke to your absence and vowed never to trust again. With time, I cured myself. I bandaged my wounds, and proceeded back down the mountain with a new outlook and a promise to never rely on you again for even the smallest of things. I am stronger now. So this is me now, telling you, that I made it back down the mountain without you. I don't need your meaningless words to hold me up anymore. I have myself. You rattled my spine long enough.