I don't know what stopped me from running after him. I wanted him to stay, stay with me. I felt selfish, wanting his spirit to remain here with me. I wished that he would turn around and look at me again. I would watch his eyes soften at my sadness. No, it would be cruel to make his spirit linger any longer in a world where it didn't belong. But I couldn't help thinking. Did his spirit long for peace or did he desire me as much as I did him?

It's too late… his spirit is lost to me.