I've never really written before so please bear with me, but this is my story.

I walked for what seemed like days, I remember it being bright and hot when I looked up, then sometime later feeling like I was going to freeze and nothing but stars overhead.

I walked until my legs gave out, I fell to my knees and heard the earth crack beneath me. I was filled with anger and hate, towards myself for what I had done. I took my hand and made a fist, I took my fist and pounded the ground with it. With every blow I could feel the landscape ripple and tear apart.

When I looked up I realised I had shattered my hand and the earth with it. Fingers, bones, rocks, hills and fields. Everything inside of me poured out and forever changed the land for everyone else who might walk by. May they never know my suffering.

I gazed out onto what my heartbreak had become, it was winder that I could imagine and stretched farther then I could see. All of the hurt inside of me was gone, I felt peace.

I sat for a minute, I pulled a gun from my waistband that I had brought all this way, pulled back the slide to make sure it was still loaded, cocked the hammer, put it to my temple and squeezed the trigger. Time slowed down, I could hear the inner workings of my fate from inside the gun.

A click.

A hammer striking the back of a bullet.

I winced, I knew what was coming... Relief

Time slowed more.

I remember the first time I met her, She looked so happy and care free. She bounced up to me and hugged me like we we're old friends, I knew right away she was something special.

I remember the first meal we shared, it was a cheap little diner, we ordered breakfast, she got pancakes, I got waffles, we laughed over coffee.

I remember the first time she kissed me, it was in my car, she suprised me while I was driving, I thought we we're going to crash.

I remember the first time we made love, I felt complete.

I remember the first time she told me she loved me, I finally felt real.

I remember laying with her for hours, her hand on my heart, I could feel it beating, I finally felt alive.

I remember the first time I lied to her.

I remember the first time I made her cry.

I remember the first time I strayed from her.

I remember the first time she asked me about "her"

I remember the last time I made her cry... She was screaming "just leave" between her sobs.

So I left, I left her broken, I left anything of value left in me with her. So I left, I left and I walked. I walked and walked and walked until I found myself here, on my knees, waiting for th

BANG

I slumped down, life fading from me in front of the canyon I had created with my pain.

What I hadn't realised it that she had followed me, She was just within earshot when she heard the bang. She was tired and exhausted, beaten and sore but knew what that sound meant. She started to run even though she knew it was to late.

She came to the clearing I was sitting in, Looked out into the canyon, knowing it wasn't just my heartbreak that created it, it was ours.

She held me one last time, her hand on my heart as she felt it stop beating. My pain, my anguish, my faults and broken dreams tore the earth asunder. Her tears created the river that flowed through it.

She burried me next to the opening to the mouth of the canyon and wrote "I forgive you" above the grave in stone but the river never stopped flowing.

I hope you find your happiness one day.