The sun is boiling above me, a hateful burning blight in a crystal clear sky. My knees and stomach are raw from the miles I have traveled with these useless legs, and my hands are gnarled, worn and calloused from the mountains I have climbed to be with you. I cannot stop. I will not stop. Not until I am by your side once again.
Nothing can halt my progress. The trail left by your weary feet has led me over mountains, through ruins and jungles, across a desert and past countless cities. While you slept, I carried on my journey, resting for only precious moments, just enough to continue onward to you. Day or night, I did not falter in my devotion to finding you.
Until, finally, after what seems like years of endless wandering, I hear your voice. You are laughing, full of good cheer, your beautiful laugh ringing out into the night. My heart swells with joy, and I double my pace. When at last I reach your side, a place I have longed to be for so long, you are sleeping, resting peacefully as the moon and stars dance above us. Gently, I pull on the covers that wrap around you, and you blink awake, mumbling a name I do not recognise. Seeing your face again, your perfect, flawless face, makes me yell with delight. Except my lungs have long since dried into husks, my throat was torn open eons ago and all that comes out, is a low, steady groan.