Page after page I see a timeline, and emotions and memories we've written down. But now I've seem to hit a dead end. I think this page will stay empty. A bookmark, I have placed within my journal. And now we take a ride on the bike we found out in the street. Retreating to our secret place, where we had built all our memories to last. We race through hills to reach a place where the horizon shines. The sky, so blue, and fearfully shining bright. The cider in my hands is starting to shake, and I know now, I must search for you. In the days long before you found me, you used to demand so much more of me. I know, you're here with me, and you will stay here, by my side. Yet I, I pray to God that one day we will meet again. Though, I know you're gone.