He never came back.
Everyday I waited in our spot - a lonely bench by the cliff, sheltered from the sun by a sturdy Narra tree which was probably decades older than me.
I would sit there all day, looking out into the bottom of the cliff. It was at least a 100 feet drop and once or twice in a day maybe, the thought of hurling myself towards it would cross my mind.
It wouldn't be a pretty sight. My bones would break, perhaps my body would be mangled into something unrecognizable. I would be covered in blood and one poor, unfortunate soul would have the burden of closing my lifeless eyes to allow it to rest for eternity.
Whenever that happens, I would repeatedly read his letter to me. I would read every word with my lips over and over until it brings me back to my senses, until I remember why he fell in love with me. I was his strength. I was his hope. I didn't want to become anything less than who he thought I was.
Soon, days of waiting turned to weeks and weeks turned to months.
Still, I didn't give up. I wrote him letters and told him how my day was even when most of it was spent waiting for him.
I wrote and I wrote until my hands hurt.
I wrote and I wrote even my letters couldn't reach him.
Months eventually started to pile up and I grew tired of writing. I graduated. I started working. But aside from that, there wasn't too much to say. I lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone and yet, I didn't have friends at work or even at home to hang out with. It was just me and my mother, alway has been since my drug addict of a father passed away. I was eleven then. He overdosed and never woke up. It was the happiest day of my life.
I worked at the local library so I brought books to keep me company. I pretended to be the protagonist and went to different worlds, places I knew I couldn't go to. At least, even for a few hours, I wasn't the miserable girl who spent years of her life waiting for a boy he only knew for several weeks.
But he was the love of my life and he held my entire heart in the palm of his hands. He promised he would come back for me and I believed him so I waited for him.
I waited until I couldn't.
