Sometimes... actually often... I think about the time we had on top of that mountain.
The last one we have been together.
My favourite mountain... not very well known, rough and impressive.
Sitting next to you, feeling the warmth of your body, holding your hand... just you and me.
Silence, we have never needed many words to understand each other.
It hurts even more, knowing this time is gone and will most likely not come back.
But sometimes you need to let go of the illusion that it could have been or will be any different...