An unexpected call

Dear Beauty

I think I lost the number of times I have sat on this very mountain, with this very book , and pen writing to you. It's been months since I've seen you.

I admit for a while I was angry, hurting, I felt as if you betrayed me. Part of me still does. At least now I know why.

A few weeks after you left I didn't see an end to this hell I was in without you. The club was divided. Some wanted you dead, others wanted you safe. But time does ...