Oh, my dear, here's the truth, I never said goodbye to you. Your name is still imprinted on my skin and I'm afraid it will remain there, written in blood and tears. You're still here, present within every moment I live, present in the way I hide my sadness behind a well-rehearsed smile. You're the arrogance they see to hide this vulnerable heart of mine.
You're still here, I'm still in love with everything we shared, in love with the endless nights spent under the sky full of stars. I'm still missing the arguments we'd have over the silliest of things, only to realize our love was more important than any of that.
I know, maybe it wasn't our time, maybe we weren't meant to stay together for as long as we did and maybe we weren't meant to be forever. But who the hell cares about all that, when I loved you more than I ever loved another, more than I shall ever love again, for I am not the same naive child I was when we met, oh, my dear!
In many ways, I still love you. Damn, you'd better know you will always be my forever, you'll be the one I shall love until the end of time. Maybe not romantically, but as part of my very own being. That's what you are, the memory that shall forever remain, the one heavenly voice I could never forget, yours.
I have written this thinking of the past, of how anytime someone leaves, she's the one that comes to my mind, she's the memory that is always imprinted on the very fabric of my soul. Her name is the one I shall whisper on my deathbed, for she was the one who gave life meaning for the first time.
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Alex