I’m afraid I’m losing you—not all at once, but in the quietest of ways. Little fragments of you slipping from my grasp, like sand through open fingers. And with them go the memories—the ones that once burned so brightly, now dimming into shadows.

Your eyes. Those eyes that saw straight through me, uncovering pieces of my soul I didn’t know were there. The way your lips met mine, as if the universe had paused just to bear witness. Your voice, soft as a secret meant only for me. And your scent—familiar and safe, like a home I never knew I was searching for. Your hand in mine, and for that fleeting time, the world felt complete.

I wish we had more of it—time. But what we had was only ever a breath in the endless expanse of existence. Do you think, somewhere in another world, another life, there is still an "us"? Are we happy there? Or just as lost as we were here?

Still, even in its brevity, I know this: I loved you. Truly, deeply, in ways that words could never fully hold.

And if I could leave you with anything, let it be this: guard your heart, my dear, for it carries a love that this universe so desperately needs. Even if I can no longer hold it myself.

Goodbye, my love.