I lost my girlfriend.
Maybe you've been in a similar situation. This was one of them.
She left me, you see.
We were only 18. We were still in high school together. I didn't want to leave; I told her that. I may have been an idiot, but I still believe that it's a woman's job to stay with the man. I loved her. I was in love with her.
But she just left.
I find out later that she was well worth staying for. It was a stupid thing to do. I might be nuts, but I know that you are no match for a raging tribe of killers. I don't care if they're untrained.
None of it mattered. She might be gone, dead, somewhere.
That's what I thought. But it wasn't true. She just left.
She just left, and she left me alone in the middle of some plain with a dying horse. A detail-oriented planner, I was a little hurt by this.
Yes, I know, nice things are for girls. But, even though I'm a ''man', I'm a planner at heart. I thought that with her gone and my horse slowly dying in the sand that I might as well curl up into a little ball and die as well.
But I did not.
I am proud to say that I am one of the few people who actually manage to survive in this world. A survivor, as you may have guessed.
I thought about what I was going to do. I thought about how I would hide up in the forest and how I had my bow and arrows.
I thought about what I was going to do.
I didn't know where she was coming from, or how long she was going to take to get back. The obvious thing to do is to hide and wait for her. She'd have a hard time finding me without her horse. I could stay alive that way. I could last that way.
But I didn't want to do that.
There was one other choice, though.
I took my horse and started back home.
I put my horse in a cave and asked him if he'd be fine for a short while. I took my arrows and made sure that I had a good supply of arrows. Then I went out.
Unfortunately, I put my horse first in the cave. He had a stall fitted, so I knew that he would be fine for a little while. Then I went out to find my girlfriend.
My girlfriend wasn't that bad, you know. She wasn't that bad.
But she was very forgetful. I sometimes wondered if she actually truly loved me or not. She did eventually leave, though, after I asked her to wait. She was going to a place where I could not follow her.
She said that she had waited long enough. She was just sick of always being the one waiting and not the one waiting.
I couldn't do anything then. She left.
I went to the mountains. It was the only thing I could do. She said that she was to help out with some people who were in a forest. I thought that I might as well help out in the same place as her.
I got lost in the mountains.
I didn't care.
I came back to town. I came back into town. I came back into town. And I saw her. She was sitting on the ledge of a building, looking out into nothing. She was looking out into nothing. She was looking out into nothing.
She was looking out into nothing not knowing that someone was waiting for her. She was looking out into nothing, not knowing that someone was waiting for her.
She didn't need to see my face. She didn't need to hear my voice. She didn't need to know what odd things I was going to say. She didn't need to know what kind of idiot she was leaving me for.
She didn't need to know anything. She was only a woman. She only was my girlfriend. She only was the one that I loved. She only did me wrong.
She only did wrong and she was gone forever. She was gone forever.
I will not spend my entire life waiting for her. I will not spend my entire life wishing that she was still alive in this new city. I will not spend my entire life, like I did that day, waiting for her to come back home to me. I'd much rather spend what time I have left with her.
I'd much rather spend time with her.
I know I won't be able to change the past. I know I won't be able to chase her down and kiss her, hug her, and tell her how much I cared about her.
The closest thing to me having her back is to find the highest building in the city and chuck a big rock onto her head. The best way for me to ensure that she doesn't turn around is to ensure that she's dead. Take that, you! Take that, you!!
I know I need to fight. I need to just fight. Not with society. Not with people. They're all taking what's not theirs. Not a single last one of them are even slightly in love with other human beings.
