I love you; you’re mine forever.
Though our lives are changing, separating us from each other, you will still belong to me alone.
But I have never felt the need to be held in your gentle arms so deliriously ever before.
I need your touch; I need to know that this will remain no matter what.
I need you to reassure me.
Because a part of me feels like it has let you go.
A part of me wants to hold on tight.
A part of me feels like you’re slipping away through my fingers, trickling away like water held in the palm of my hand.
A teardrop escapes the confines of my eyes and rolls down my cheek, bearing your name.
Our goodbyes have never been final, never will be; but a strange hollow fills my heart when my thoughts stray to your face when I last said bye.
The tears flow more determinedly now, and I don’t know how to make them stop.
Maybe if I tried not to think of you, they’d go away; but I know it’d pain my heart more if I didn’t let it dwell on thoughts of you right now.
You discovered my fierce need to be loved without ever being told.
You swore to take care of me, protect me and love me though you never have and never will be obliged to do so.
I am afraid.
I fear that I will succumb to the pressures of the world and lose you.
I fear that I will blind myself to your dazzling grandeur, and forget your promise. Life.
There’s a Maker above us who seems to love keeping us so blissful; He’ll see us through.
And I’m willing to wait for however long it may take.
Even if being so far away from you now tears me apart, I know when we meet again, your presence will balm my wounds and give rest to my soul.
Till then, goodbye my Friend.
But no; this is not the final farewell.
Because I love you and you’re mine. Forever.
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