The sun never ran out of warmth and we never stopped tracing the stars with our fingertips. No mountain was greater and not even the wind stood a chance. Tales were never unkind and none of us measured time. We believed love brought us all to the surface. We were one. Until one of us started looking forward. One of us started counting. And then most of us were suddenly in a hurry. I, on the other hand, started tallying each generosity I have made. I left heaven without knowing it was heaven and never found my way back. This is what remains. This is a gift to myself and to every person who can only wish to move backwards; to every person who never stops longing for home.