Authored: April 5, 2025

PROSE

"It was never about us. Never about you or me. We were never meant to be forever. Everything around us was breaking. The surface had become fraught with dangerous currents. I think we were broken, together and individually. Just know, I loved you, I truly did. And know as our paths drift apart, I am with you. I wish you success and love and happiness. I hope that in time, you will remember our time more fondly. Please survive, please be better than me. I will wish that of you. And know, I loved you...I love you."

In the times, that come after. When I am a distant memory for you, when mayhaps I appear in random dreams. When our paths have disengaged. Something remains. I will remember our times, our spent experiences, our cherished moments. And know...know...I loved you once, so supremely. 

"It will come to fruition at some point, the extent of love experienced and fathomed. I wanted it all, yet at that point of my life, I wasn't ready. I hope you are happy, post me. I hope you have found purchase in a new path. It was never about us, in the finality of life. I loved you, once. Goodbye, you. There is nothing that lasts forever." 

We were destined and formed by our experiences. Annointed by shared disasters and survivalism. We wanted something more; we wanted to love. We wanted what we desired. Shh, I know baby, I know. 

"And know, I loved you...and from afar my love never dies."