Unsent (love) letter #3526

Did my love make your head spin, even if just for a moment?

Dear one,

I've spent a life dying little by little each day. No, I mean that in the literal sense of the word. It is an exquisite prison of my own making. In a way, I guess we all die a little each day though.

In this (short) span of life, I've had the privilege to meet you. It blows my mind each time, how we found our way to each other. But what really blows my mind is that you are no more. 

Where do you go when you're no more? Is "no more" just another phrase for "re-adopted by the soil"? And to ashes we return, and all that. I hope it does. I hope you do. Because I do not know how to survive anywhere in a world where you are nowhere at all. 

When you left, I cried myself to sleep for years. 

I still do. When you left, I loved you still.

I still do. When you left, a part of me did too.

Take care of that part of me like I take care of yours. Please. 

And if you ever find it fit to return, please do.

I'll be waiting in this age-worn t-shirt of yours and this blanket 'neath which we've explored the love of worlds a long time ago.  

Please come back someday to say goodbye. 

And if you must leave, leave me with a last memory.

"And if you must die, die knowing your life was my life's best part. If you must die, remember your life" ~ Keaton Henson.