You wonder why I am so consumed. Look at my face and you will see what's the cause of this disorder. By the shore line I walk on full moon nights making patterns in the sand which even I don't recognize. They resemble the memories I made with you. Some from you and some from my dreams. One day, I will tell you what they all meant.
Remember what we are when the tide is high. Little pebbles in the sand. One day... the waves will come and wash us all away.