We first met on an island away from the mainland.
You were facing the sea, looking far ahead, eyes squinting against the sun as if searching for something, and I was facing you, marvelling at your determination while curiously trying to locate the thing that hides amid the great blue ocean.
We were apart then, just as we are now.
Like the first encounter, you still have your back facing me and are still looking far beyond the horizon, fervently trying to locate the missing puzzle that will fill that void in your life.
Sadly, you never once look behind.