Love takes time. So, so much long, agonizing time. We were separated too long ago, spirited away by the will of the forest. Each day, while the dew is still fresh and the ancient spirits slumber, I begin my search for her. Each day, stretching my body to the limit. Each day, setting out slowly, thorough in my search. Each day, the weight of my home and possessions pressing down on my back. My home isn’t much, but I do hope she…