It was you all along. Now in my dying moments it's all clear. The boy who I was always meant to be with sat next to me trying to stop the bleeding. I was a fool to think that the only one meaning to these words. I was too weak to speak but I could hear him still. "We'll meet again I swear, and i won't screw it up this time"
There's nothing better than sitting down in the middle of a good hike - perhaps looking out over a vast forested valley, or perched upon a log beside a rushing stream - and taking a few minutes to pull out your journal and write. This is your chance to re