i don't know why she's so afraid of me as if i'm a monster waiting at the river to drag her into depths she doesn't want to see. it feels like she doesn't want to see me, she even avoids the river sometimes so that she doesn't see my hideous face deep down in her heart, she knows she can cross the river, and she knows she can face me, But her heart reminds her of me to be afraid of me and to always be cautious with each step. i've seen her face even worse monsters the ones that almost tore her apart the ones she slayed with her sword the ones that spit venom on her but that made her stronger. she has crossed oceans which she once thought would leave her scarred forever sometimes i've seen her itching the drops away and sometimes she drowns in her dreams but she knows she has survived. the real monsters don't haunt her so much. she comes across many paths many of her monsters are now the stones she carries like relics for her use one day. i don't know why is she scared of me. i'm not a monster she needs to slay. and she knows it too. the river maybe deep but there's still a shore in sight. i may drag her down but only because i'm a stone that she will carry across the river. i'm only failure a monster in the shape of her fear that now haunts her dreams. but i'm also the rope of the bridge that she will cross someday.