"Why are you here?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean by 'I don't know'?"

"I don't know."

"Well, don't worry. I don't know why I am here either."

"You really don't know?"

"No I am just like you."

"Oh, okay then. Do you know where 'here' is?"


The road was dark as I walk into the nothingness that laid before me. There were no distinguishable features that I could see; only a light mist that covered the ground I walked on. There was a person beside me. I could not see her in the dark, but I had felt her presence as soon as I lost my way. She walked besides me and I walked besides her, neither of us knew why we were there or why we were walking in the first place. We just walked.

"Do you mind if I tell you something that has been on my mind lately?"

"No, go ahead."

"Thank you. This has been bothering me for a while now."

"No problem. I'm not doing anything anyways."

I could almost feel her smile, there was a lifting feeling as she took her next breathe. The mist seemed to lighten up as well, like it too felt a sense of relief coming from the girl next to me.

"Well a while ago I was told that I was worthless, or at least I was told the closest thing to being told I was worthless."

"Really, I'm sorry."

"No don't apologize. It's not your fault."

"Well either way, I am sorry that it happened. What were you told?"

"Someone who should have been important to me said to me, 'I hate you'."

"I am sorry."

The air became heavy again as she told me her story. The mist came back. And I felt my heart tighten.

"It's not your fault."

"Yeah, I guess. But why did that person say that? Why were they not important to you?"

"Well it's a long story, but to keep it short it was because they could not see my worth and I did not see theirs."

"Can't you apologize? Maybe make it better."

"I am not sure. It may be too late."

"It's never too late for a friend."

"But it may be too late for me."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know how to start."

"Well, I don't know. What do you want that person to know?"

"I want her to know that I don't hate her."

"Then tell her that."

"Okay I think I can do that. But do you hate me?"

"No not at all."

"Then I don't hate you."

"I am glad to hear that."

"I love you."

With that I felt her presence disappear, and the mist was gone too. I found myself standing at the edge of a bridge. Why was I here? Where was I going? I turned around and headed for my house, feeling lighter.