The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again, looking out over the sea. In my mouth rises a salty taste. I’m crying.

This place is so special to me, to us. But now there is no us.

It still feels like yesterday we were standing on top of this cliff together. My head resting on your shoulder, your arm wrapped my shoulder. I was crying then too. How I wish it was yesterday, but the realit...