I have haunted these corridors for as long as my memories reach: a long way back…

Yet, as clear as stream waters in the mountains, I recall the day: your smile, the wind in your hair, all that united us, before we parted.

The world was young, we were innocent. Little we knew what was awaiting us.

The long hours, then the separation. So far, so cold, this war went on forever.

And then you were gone.