My heart was broken. I finally worked up the courage to tell you I loved you, in no uncertain terms. Sure, you qualified it. I guess I did too. It was ethereal love. Something otherworldly, from another plane of existence. I know what I said before…that somewhere, somehow, in another timeline. We’d meet again, and get to do it better. Our souls were made to do something so much bigger, together, than the lives we accidentally fell into.

That was supposed to be the calm closure we needed. Our feelings were real and true. Our acceptance that we’d only be together in another time and place.

But. I can’t stop thinking about you. Even still. Your tears that night, your face…I can see it like it’s happening right now. Burned into my memory as if etched into stone. It was always mutual. I dreamt you into life, and you were here to stare me back and see in myself what I saw in you.

You said to me, at the end. “I hope when you see me, that you see a mirror.” I realize now what you were truly saying.

And now, I…I still feel peace. But I don’t feel satisfied. I don’t feel like the door is forever sealed. There’s this piece of me that refuses to believe there isn’t still space for each other.

I don’t know how to tell you this now though. I don’t know how to tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I don’t know how to tell you how badly my soul craves you now, and here, in this time and this place.

Worst of all. I know that I can’t tell you, even if I did know how.

I love you. I miss you.