"Here I Stand" Creative Essay on lost love.

Here I stand. Looking up at the fiery sunset, I think about my life and why I stand so forlornly upon this grassy cliff. Yes indeed. This is where I stand now and it is here that I shall die one day. It is the only place upon this terrible earth where the environment calms me somewhat, even when my mind is in turmoil. My eyes are fastened to the horizon and I remember, Gina.
My name is Pierre Jacques Christophe and my "true" story began in the year 1800. Strange, isn't it? Turn of the century. The…