..there was a girl who loved a boy. He climbed mountains. He was very brave.
Whenever he'd go for many days all alone, she would worry till she was sick and swear to never let him go away again. But there was ever another time.
Always, though, he'd bring her a little stone from the very top of the mountain. She kept them in a little wooden box and would be reminded about how very brave her love was and that he would certainly return.
But one day she left and he didn't come back and everything cried.
So she started walking, and walking. She walked clear up to the top of a high cliff
and carved his name in the mountain.
I miss you, dummy.