"Eternal Echoes"

Even now, the mere thought of you wraps itself around my heart, tender and unyielding.
In the stillness of my mind, I can see you — your angular eyes, full of depth, your sharp smile, a beacon that drew me in with its light.
It's like a lure, a sweet magnetic force, and from the very moment I encountered it, I was ensnared, swept away in a tide I couldn't resist.
Every glance, every glance of your face, I savor like a beautiful memory pressed between the pages of a book I cannot put down.

I love every detail of you. Every curve, every line, every reflection of your essence — they stay with me, clinging to the edges of my mind.
I find myself reconstructing your face piece by piece, feature by feature, over and over again in my thoughts.
It is an active remembering. A devotion I nurture every day. A muscle of the heart that must be exercised or it would grow weak, and without practice, the memory will atrophy.
I hold onto you like this — forever etched in my mind, even if it’s impossible to keep you here in the way I wish.

Even with this effort, time loves to take. It steals the essence of moments and weaves them into the fabric of our past, leaving only fragments.
And yet, you love getting lost in the turning wheel of time.
Someday, it’ll be impossible to remember everything — too hazy to recall, the outlines blurred and softened by years.
But segments of your being will be impossible to forget — parts of you will be carved into my soul, untouched by time’s ravaging passage.

Even as the passing years devour your slightest fragments, no amount of minutes could ever render you unrecognizable to me.
I would know you anywhere, even in the quietest spaces. My soul would know yours anywhere, and it will always seek you, always try to relocate you in every place, in every space.

And when I feel you near — in those fleeting, sacred moments where our worlds brush together in the wind, in the scent of the air before a storm, in the deep blue of the sea, in the silence of the snow, my soul sings.
In those fleeting moments, I let the world echo you. Because you are everywhere — woven into the very threads of existence.

I do not fight this. It is a fact of being. You are embedded into the cellular levels of everything.
A truth whispered in poetry, in nature, in everything that exists in the quiet, delicate hum of the universe.
My soul sings your name in the spaces between every heartbeat, every breath.
I let it resound in all that I do, because everything turns into you, and I welcome it — I crave you here beside me always.

I will think of you long after my body has decayed. Long after my pulse ceases to echo. But this love, this longing, will not die so easily.
It will remain, stretching into eternity, as wide as the sky, as deep as the ocean. It will transfer into every creature, too big to die such an easy, simple death.
When the flowers yearn for Spring, when the buds begin to bloom, it will be this desire that pushes them forth.
The same desire that pulses within me, that calls out to you in the night.
The way I feel about you will be felt on every corner of the earth. It will spread to every star in the sky, every breath of wind, every movement in nature.

As big as Jupiter, as bright as an angler fish's luminescence in the inky dark of the sea, the feeling will grow and spread, an uncontainable force that will reach across the cosmos, farther than I could ever touch.
I’m thankful to feel it — to feel you, even when we are apart.

Though we are two souls, each on a path where the other cannot follow, if you tilt your ears to the heavens, you’ll hear me.
You’ll hear me in the song of the cardinals as they sing their morning hymn, in the gentle hush between the clouds, in the spaces between your breaths. I will be there — in the reverberation of your heart, in every step you take.
It beats for you. And I will carry that rhythm in my heart for as long as I live.

Know this, always: You are loved. You are never alone.

April 6,2025