The last time I opened up to someone about you was a year ago. We've been stuck at our homes, afraid of dying like this world means so much to us. It doesn't, not as much as it mattered to you. It's been roughly 9 years since you disappeared and it's heartbreaking how nobody speaks of you. It's like you put a spell and poof, everybody forgot about you. Every time I think of visiting mountains in search of you, I fail. Earlier I met this guy, who questions my love for mountains, I wish you were here to answer. Anxiety has made me feel claustrophobic around people. Had you been here today, you wouldn't have to be scared. You never refrained from dying, but Arvah, wherever you're, if alive, I hope you have your mountains to die for.