One day, I will see myself in a way I never expected to see and walk the memories and remember that year with tears and look at me one more time and tell myself it was not your fault. The question would have come anyways What Now? But, sure not this soon. Then I would open that photo album, and look my perfect self and remember the life which I lost, then slowly I will move to those steps where I spent most of my time and will look deep into those two trees with my feline friend. I know she will be there. We both used to look far beyond those trees.
