Lost and Found

I thought I had lost you forever. It had been an agonizing two hours searching for you. So many thoughts rolled through my mind.

It’s amazing the stories the mind can conjure while under stressful circumstances. I knew in my heart that you were ok, because surely I would have known for certain if you weren’t. Yet, I still scolded God, then begged that I would find you.

I wondered if you had been attacked by a bear, or fallen off the mountain. I wondered if you had hurt yourself and been knocked unconscious. I wondered if you had been abducted by some unknown force or if you were looking for me too.

I vowed that I would never leave those mountains without you. That I would stop the world from turning until I found you. I’ve never been so scared in my life nor have I ever felt so small. As the forest seemed so much bigger without you there with me. It felt as though the trees were attempting to swallow me with each step that I took.

When I turned the corner and saw your face all I could do was cry. I knew in that moment that I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. I latched on to you like sap to a tree and I didn’t want to let you go. Every ounce of love I have for you rushed to the surface of my body as though the energy itself needed to feel your embrace.

I’m not sure why that happened the way it did, but I felt like it was necessary for some reason beyond my comprehension. I keep trying to forget it, but the whole thing continues to play out inside my mind several times a day.