I dream. That's all I have. I dream and hope he knows I'm thinking of him and I'm still waiting.

I search for him every day. I can't find him, but I feel his presence. He's out there. So why doesn't he come back to me?

During the day, I live and laugh... but in the night's darkness, in the quiet solitude of my garden, I think of him and beg the Darkness to bring him back to me. I dream of what we lived, what I want us to live.

And I wait. Because I promised him I would.