You told me to get over it.
It's a peaceful place, with plenty of flowers, vibrant green. At this time of the year, it seems as if life could go on forever. The river fills the air with soft murmur and the smell of sweet flowing water. The river bank is made of tiny, light gray pebbles, worn smooth. This spot is hidden from the world, I can't even see the ships going by, on their way to the ocean. Sometimes the cry of a bird tells me that I am not the only person in the world. The sun is shining, and there is no reason to ever go back.
I put my belongings on a flat stone. It looks like a fairy table, completely flat and perfectly oval-shaped. My phone has been switched off for days. The wallet is almost empty, except for an old poem I once found in a newspaper and a picture of my brother. A ring, a barrette and my glasses. A whole life, in such a tiny space.
The river is singing to me. Rays of sunlight are dancing over its surface. It's a peaceful place.
I will be over it soon.