If I am truly honest with myself, my deep need to roam began after I met you, and I realized I could never scrape you from my memory. I’d wander from place to place, never staying for too long, all the while knowing, but refusing to admit that I was looking for you. I was running from you, and yet running toward you. Where I really wanted to be was right back there on that island, yet I never want to see it again. Because I know that if I ever go back there, back to the place where the sunset kisses the water, you won’t be there. I will only be left standing at the water’s edge, alone, searching the horizon for your shadow.