I’ve followed many paths, but yours was the most beautiful. So much so that the thought of leaving never crossed my mind. I saw the exit signs, but always found another route. Maybe I should have closed the gates behind me, maybe.
I stood bewildered sometimes at the sheer depth I’d fallen, wondering if I’d ever stop. I found verse in my heart and wrote every word. This has become a diary of that path. Sometimes through anger, but mostly through love.