There is so much I want and feel I need to say. Too many things.
This is for the irreconcilable moment where sadness attends and insists on staying.
This is for the time when it’s too late. A whisper from heaven to let you know.
This is for those times when you wonder. Are we ‘okay’? Without a moment’s hesitation—with no reservation—yes, we are, unequivocally.
For all those times that were—times locked firm in the past, undoable by the nature of time and history—we were more, much more, in our hearts, for each other, than those times.
If I don’t make it, I want you to know that our love will never change. I know you will keep loving me. If you don’t make it, I want you to know our love will never change. I will keep loving you.