Pink petals
Green leaves
Pink of love
Green of envy

The flower in her hand was so tragically symbolic of her state.

Blue sky
White moon
Blue of sorrow
White of peace

Nature was standing witness to the conflict within her

Was her love greater than the envy?
Was the sorrow she was trying to vanquish more powerful than the peace she was seeking?

In this faraway place, alone yet not lonely, she was trying to find herself anew. This place which was so distant from everything and everyone. This place where the trees did not sway to known beats. This place where the birds did not sing oft heard songs.
The winds did not whisper secrets to her. The softness of the grass beneath her feet did not remind her of any touch.

She was not running away from his memories. She wouldn’t succeed even of she tried. She was just searching for the answers that had eluded her. She was not sure if she would find the answers to all her questions. She was not sure if she was seeking the answers in the right place. But she was sure of one thing. She would be incomplete without this search. Even if she were to return empty-handed this search would partly fill the void within her.

Would he still be waiting for her when she returned? Would he understand her need of setting out on this search? She would be happy if he waited, if he understood.
Yet what if he didn’t? Would she be left with any courage to again go on a search, to bring him back? Could someone who had left on their own will, really be brought back?

Questions and yet more questions.
Now that she had set out on this journey, she would not let these questions bother her.
These initial few steps of the impending voyage had required a lot of valor; she could not afford to turn back now.

She will leave everything else to destiny. If they were destined to be together all his paths would finally meet hers. Maybe then all the questions would become immaterial. Maybe this search would lead her to the place where they could both be together again. Forever.