Things have been broken for a while now. I can barely remember a time before then, before the island. All the blood and pain that exist with those memories. It's like a wall that I just can't pass, big black and imposing while at the same time transparent so I can see what things would be like, if I could get passed it. For now I'm just wandering searching for a door, a window, a keyhole, something to let me know things will get better.
And then there he is, almost like a key, temporarily, to unlock what could be between us and in my life. Like when he's around none of it happened. And then he leaves and the wall pushes me back under the surface. Waiting for him to come bring me back again.