It was a perfect day: the sky was engulfed by gray clouds. The green of the trees and the clashing hues of the flowers were masked with a dull, gray tint. The air was humid and cold as ice.

Drop. Drop. The heavens tried their best to hold in their tears as I marched into what may be the most risible act I can ever do.

It's been a year since that fateful day I jumped off that cliff and you caught me. The best part was that you didn't just catch me then put me down on the ground; you kept me in the palm of your hand and stayed.





With my limbs now sturdier, my heart now tougher, my mind now wiser, and my spirit now stronger, it was time for you to let me go and time for me to start walking on my own. Though 7,373 miles of land and sea stand between us, there will always be that one strong thing that persists us hand in glove: what we have now.