Others may never fully understand what I'm trying to say, and I'm not sure I can fully explain. I try, but the right words always seem just out of reach.
In the quiet darkness of night, I dream of you, struggle to express all that still lives within my heart. I’ve tried in so many ways, sometimes through fantasy, sometimes in ways that might sound like fiction. But it’s all real to me.
This is for you, wherever your spirit now resides. Nothing has felt the same since we were separated by that unseen veil. This is for the love we shared, and from everything I have left within me. I love you.
On the surface, my life appears complete. And in many ways, it is. But beneath it all, I still find myself mourning what time has taken, still singing quietly of memories that once colored my days.
Each night, before sleep finds me, I wonder if you might miss me, too. So I shape these thoughts. I weave them into something like a melody, something I hope can reach you. They are the words I wish I had said when I still had the chance.
All I can do now is hope that somehow, somewhere, you can hear the quiet music of my heart and know this:
I am endlessly grateful for everything I've become, because it all began with you.
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