u/Lookwhatyoumademed0

Beekeeper,

Your smile lingers, something between a dare and a promise. I'll keep your invitation tucked away, untouched for now, until the moment feels earned. Still, I find myself rehearsing questions I haven't asked, certain they'll confirm what I already suspect: that there's something unexplainable about you, something just shy of magic.

I tell myself not to watch too closely, not to trace your movements like they mean something. I fail at that, consistently. I live in the fragments you've already given, the soft blur of sweetness and smoke, the quiet confession disguised as casual conversation. You let me see more than you meant to. Not everything, but enough to recognize the shape of it. Enough to know you wanted someone to desperately understand how you came to become this way. 

You don't owe me time. I know the distance between where I stand and where you let people in. Still, there's a quiet, unreasonable part of me that wants to matter there, to be something you can't dismiss so easily. You love a puzzle as much as I do, but next time, don't pocket the final pieces. I would have stayed longer to finish it with you.

You occupy my thoughts in ways that feel both misplaced and inevitable. I keep circling back to that open-ended invitation—“ask me anything” and wondering what you were really offering. Curiosity? Control? A test? Or something riskier than all three. Let's swing around in the hammock, reminiscing about times when this all seemed plausible.

It took me longer than it should have to recognize your beauty. Not because it isn't obvious, but because it arrives quietly, carried in the calm you create without trying. It disarms more than it impresses. And that's rarer than you think.

There's a restraint in me where you're concerned, a deliberate distance I maintain, not out of disinterest, but because I'm not entirely convinced this stays innocent if I let it collapse. And I suspect you already know that.

There's something familiar in you. Not comfortable, something deeper than that. Like recognition without context. As if we've met somewhere intangible, somewhere that doesn't translate cleanly into language. I won't try to explain it. I don't think I could, even if I wanted to.

Tell me about the parts of you that don't resolve neatly. Not because I think I can fix them, but because I understand what it is to carry something unfinished. We don't need solutions for that. Just recognition.

Your smile doesn't quite conceal what lives underneath it. There's a quiet loneliness there, one you wear well enough that most people probably miss it. I don't. Tell me again about your mother. I imagine her kind. I imagine her knowing you in ways no one else does. I imagine she's waiting, in her own way, for you to come back to yourself.

Beekeeper,

Your smile lingers, something between a dare and a promise. I'll keep your invitation tucked away, untouched for now, until the moment feels earned. Still, I find myself rehearsing questions I haven't asked, certain they'll confirm what I already suspect: that there's something unexplainable about you, something just shy of magic.

I tell myself not to watch too closely, not to trace your movements like they mean something. I live in the fragments you've already given, the soft blur of sweetness and smoke, the quiet confession disguised as casual conversation. You let me see more than you meant to. Not everything, but enough to recognize the shape of it. Enough to know you wanted someone to desperately understand how you came to become this way.

You don't owe me time. I know the distance between where I stand and where you let people in. Still, there's a quiet, unreasonable part of me that wants to matter there, to be something you can't dismiss so easily. You love a puzzle as much as I do, but next time, don't pocket the final pieces. I would have stayed longer to finish it with you.

You occupy my thoughts in ways that feel both misplaced and inevitable. I keep circling back to that open-ended invitation—“ask me anything” and wondering what you were really offering. Curiosity? Control? A test? Or something riskier than all three. Let's swing around in the hammock, reminiscing about times when this all seemed plausible.

It took me longer than it should have to recognize your beauty. Not because it isn't obvious, but because it arrives quietly, carried in the calm you create without trying. It disarms more than it impresses. And that's rarer than you think.

There's a restraint in me where you're concerned, a deliberate distance I maintain, not out of disinterest, but because I'm not entirely convinced this stays innocent if I let it collapse. And I suspect you already know that.

There's something familiar in you. Not comfortable, something deeper than that. Like recognition without context. As if we've met somewhere intangible, somewhere that doesn't translate cleanly into language. I won't try to explain it. I don't think I could, even if I wanted to.

Tell me about the parts of you that don't resolve neatly. Not because I think I can fix them, but because I understand what it is to carry something unfinished. We don't need solutions for that. Just recognition.

Your smile doesn't quite conceal what lives underneath it. There's a quiet loneliness there, one you wear well enough that most people probably miss it. I don't. Tell me again about your mother. I imagine her kind. I imagine her knowing you in ways no one else does. I imagine she's waiting, in her own way, for you to come back to yourself.

Beekeeper,

Your smile lingers, something between a dare and a promise. I'll keep your invitation tucked away, untouched for now, until the moment feels earned. Still, I find myself rehearsing questions I haven't asked, certain they'll confirm what I already suspect: that there's something unexplainable about you, something just shy of magic.

I tell myself not to watch too closely, not to trace your movements like they mean something. I fail at that, consistently. I live in the fragments you've already given, the soft blur of sweetness and smoke, the quiet confession disguised as casual conversation. You let me see more than you meant to. Not everything, but enough to recognize the shape of it. Enough to know you wanted someone to desperately understand how you came to become this way. 

You don't owe me time. I know the distance between where I stand and where you let people in. Still, there's a quiet, unreasonable part of me that wants to matter there, to be something you can't dismiss so easily. You love a puzzle as much as I do, but next time, don't pocket the final pieces. I would have stayed longer to finish it with you.

You occupy my thoughts in ways that feel both misplaced and inevitable. I keep circling back to that open-ended invitation—“ask me anything” and wondering what you were really offering. Curiosity? Control? A test? Or something riskier than all three. Let's swing around in the hammock, reminiscing about times when this all seemed plausible.

It took me longer than it should have to recognize your beauty. Not because it isn't obvious, but because it arrives quietly, carried in the calm you create without trying. It disarms more than it impresses. And that's rarer than you think.

There's a restraint in me where you're concerned, a deliberate distance I maintain, not out of disinterest, but because I'm not entirely convinced this stays innocent if I let it collapse. And I suspect you already know that.

There's something familiar in you. Not comfortable, something deeper than that. Like recognition without context. As if we've met somewhere intangible, somewhere that doesn't translate cleanly into language. I won't try to explain it. I don't think I could, even if I wanted to.

Tell me about the parts of you that don't resolve neatly. Not because I think I can fix them, but because I understand what it is to carry something unfinished. We don't need solutions for that. Just recognition.

Your smile doesn't quite conceal what lives underneath it. There's a quiet loneliness there, one you wear well enough that most people probably miss it. I don't. Tell me again about your mother. I imagine her kind. I imagine her knowing you in ways no one else does. I imagine she's waiting, in her own way, for you to come back to yourself.

Is there any type of social scene in Salem? Where do women in their late 30's/early 40's hang out? I am here for the next 6 weeks, and I would love to find some local places to hang out and meet people. My interests and hobbies are vast, but I do love live music, trivia, hiking, yoga, and more.

It began as something fleeting, almost accidental, but it lingered with me longer than expected. Not loud, but subdued, like you intentionally chose to speak less.

You offered an invitation I haven’t yet approached. I’ve pondered it deeply, examined it from all sides, as if it might change shape under pressure. “Ask me anything,” you said, and I’ve been collecting questions ever since—carefully, as if they might disappear if I reach for them too quickly. I suspect the answers would reveal what I already understand: there’s something about you that resists explanation.

I tried briefly not to notice, but you leave traces, small, subtle, unintentional cues. A pause? Something you let slip when we locked eyes and both licked our lips. I’ve never wanted to kiss you more, just like we envisioned in high school.

I’ve been living with those fragments—cotton candy and whiskey, and sweetness sharpened with something edgier. You shared more than you intended, on purpose. Not everything, but enough to glimpse the restless shape underneath the surface. Enough to realize that, in that moment, you wanted to be known.

I know I don’t really belong in your world. Still, there’s a quiet persistence in me that wants to matter.

Do you love puzzles? Next time, don’t hide the last pieces. I would have stayed.

Chameleon,

It began as something fleeting, almost accidental, but it lingered with me longer than expected. Not loud, but subdued, like you intentionally chose to speak less.

You offered an invitation I haven’t yet approached. I’ve pondered it deeply, examined it from all sides, as if it might change shape under pressure. “Ask me anything,” you said, and I’ve been collecting questions ever since—carefully, as if they might disappear if I reach for them too quickly. I suspect the answers would reveal what I already understand: there’s something about you that resists explanation.

I tried briefly not to notice, but you leave traces, small, subtle, unintentional cues. A pause? Something you let slip when we locked eyes and both licked our lips. I’ve never wanted to kiss you more, just like we envisioned in high school.

I’ve been living with those fragments—cotton candy and whiskey, and sweetness sharpened with something edgier. You shared more than you intended, on purpose. Not everything, but enough to glimpse the restless shape underneath the surface. Enough to realize that, in that moment, you wanted to be known.

I know I don’t really belong in your world. Still, there’s a quiet persistence in me that wants to matter.

Do you love puzzles? Next time, don’t hide the last pieces. I would have stayed.

Why do I forget the color of your eyes? I’ve never seen you like this before. Maybe it’s because I cling to your words, and every phrase sparks possibilities in my mind. These moments didn't really happen, but they are sharp and vivid in my dreams. Please handle my heart gently; it hasn’t learned to beat again and will inevitably break.
Once, while asleep, I called out for a reason, and you whispered all the ways I make you proud. You're in awe of me, and I’m grateful; because you made me this way.

Gently hold my arm when you say "goodnight," as if you remember too. How could we forget? Just act as you love me and see if anything changes. I might break if you don’t kiss me, even knowing how it will end. Don’t forget to tell your mom; I love how she shaped your outlook. Her compassion runs deep in you. Show me who you truly are.

My secrets are overflowing, and I feel like I might be dying. The images haunt me, so please stop being perfect; it would help me heal and let you go, for your sake. Don’t kiss me! I can't truly let you go.
And let me finally rest. I'll find you in my dreams, only when you’re searching for a safe space to be yourself. I know you.

Exiled once more, we became each other's entire world, a universe of two where nothing else mattered. Time seemed to fold into us, creating a space where we could exist undisturbed. We flew kites on breezy afternoons, watching them dance and tangle in the sky like wild thoughts set free, while the moon quietly rose as our silent witness. The world below faded as we watched stars blink into existence, tiny bursts of light like fireworks, matching butterflies fluttering in our chests. I wonder how you like to be kissed and if you blush as I do.

We lived in the in-between moments between water and sand, flight and fall. I could feel your heartbeat as we lay, your breath as calming as the tide. For the first time, I slept without fear or the weight of the world pressing down on me. Our dreams intertwined like threads in an intricate tapestry, weaving stories only we understood. Sleep felt like floating in an ocean of calm, knowing I was no longer alone, drifting. I want to make you smile so you can someday move past what they did to you.

The butterflies stayed with us from yesterday; they never left. We were alive, shining brightly like sparklers on my birthday. As we drifted—both in dreams and quiet hours- I knew we would face any path together, carried by winds of something deeper than we see. I want to see you, wrapped in my arms, as you drift off to sleep.

Exiled once more, we became each other's entire world, a universe of two where nothing else mattered. Time seemed to fold into us, creating a space where we could exist undisturbed. We flew kites on breezy afternoons, watching them dance and tangle in the sky like wild thoughts set free, while the moon quietly rose as our silent witness. The world below faded as we watched stars blink into existence, tiny bursts of light like fireworks, matching butterflies fluttering in our chests. I wonder how you like to be kissed and if you blush as I do.

We lived in the in-between moments between water and sand, flight and fall. I could feel your heartbeat as we lay, your breath as calming as the tide. For the first time, I slept without fear or the weight of the world pressing down on me. Our dreams intertwined like threads in an intricate tapestry, weaving stories only we understood. Sleep felt like floating in an ocean of calm, knowing I was no longer alone, drifting. I want to make you smile so you can someday move past what they did to you.

The butterflies stayed with us from yesterday; they never left. We were alive, shining brightly like sparklers on my birthday. As we drifted—both in dreams and quiet hours- I knew we would face any path together, carried by winds of something deeper than we see. I want to see you, wrapped in my arms, as you drift off to sleep.

Exiled once more, we became each other's entire world, a universe of two where nothing else mattered. Time seemed to fold into us, creating a space where we could exist undisturbed. We flew kites on breezy afternoons, watching them dance and tangle in the sky like wild thoughts set free, while the moon quietly rose as our silent witness. The world below faded as we watched stars blink into existence, tiny bursts of light like fireworks, matching butterflies fluttering in our chests. I wonder how you like to be kissed and if you blush as I do.

We lived in the in-between moments between water and sand, flight and fall. I could feel your heartbeat as we lay, your breath as calming as the tide. For the first time, I slept without fear or the weight of the world pressing down on me. Our dreams intertwined like threads in an intricate tapestry, weaving stories only we understood. Sleep felt like floating in an ocean of calm, knowing I was no longer alone, drifting. I want to make you smile so you can someday move past what they did to you.

The butterflies stayed with us from yesterday; they never left. We were alive, shining brightly like sparklers on my birthday. As we drifted—both in dreams and quiet hours- I knew we would face any path together, carried by winds of something deeper than we see. I want to see you, wrapped in my arms, as you drift off to sleep.

Exiled once more, we became each other's entire world, a universe of two where nothing else mattered. Time seemed to fold into us, creating a space where we could exist undisturbed. We flew kites on breezy afternoons, watching them dance and tangle in the sky like wild thoughts set free, while the moon quietly rose as our silent witness. The world below faded as we watched stars blink into existence, tiny bursts of light like fireworks, matching butterflies fluttering in our chests. I wonder how you like to be kissed and if you blush as I do.

We lived in the in-between moments between water and sand, flight and fall. I could feel your heartbeat as we lay, your breath as calming as the tide. For the first time, I slept without fear or the weight of the world pressing down on me. Our dreams intertwined like threads in an intricate tapestry, weaving stories only we understood. Sleep felt like floating in an ocean of calm, knowing I was no longer alone, drifting. I want to make you smile so you can someday move past what they did to you.

The butterflies stayed with us from yesterday; they never left. We were alive, shining brightly like sparklers on my birthday. As we drifted—both in dreams and quiet hours- I knew we would face any path together, carried by winds of something deeper than we see. I want to see you, wrapped in my arms, as you drift off to sleep.

Exiled once more, we became each other's entire world, a universe of two where nothing else mattered. Time seemed to fold into us, creating a space where we could exist undisturbed. We flew kites on breezy afternoons, watching them dance and tangle in the sky like wild thoughts set free, while the moon quietly rose as our silent witness. The world below faded as we watched stars blink into existence, tiny bursts of light like fireworks, matching butterflies fluttering in our chests. I wonder how you like to be kissed and if you blush as I do.

We lived in the in-between moments between water and sand, flight and fall. I could feel your heartbeat as we lay, your breath as calming as the tide. For the first time, I slept without fear or the weight of the world pressing down on me. Our dreams intertwined like threads in an intricate tapestry, weaving stories only we understood. Sleep felt like floating in an ocean of calm, knowing I was no longer alone, drifting. I want to make you smile so you can someday move past what they did to you.

The butterflies stayed with us from yesterday; they never left. We were alive, shining brightly like sparklers on my birthday. As we drifted—both in dreams and quiet hours- I knew we would face any path together, carried by winds of something deeper than we see. I want to see you, wrapped in my arms, as you drift off to sleep.

Exiled once more, we became each other's entire world, a universe of two where nothing else mattered. Time seemed to fold into us, creating a space where we could exist undisturbed. We flew kites on breezy afternoons, watching them dance and tangle in the sky like wild thoughts set free, while the moon quietly rose as our silent witness. The world below faded as we watched stars blink into existence, tiny bursts of light like fireworks, matching butterflies fluttering in our chests. I wonder how you like to be kissed and if you blush as I do.

We lived in the in-between moments between water and sand, flight and fall. I could feel your heartbeat as we lay, your breath as calming as the tide. For the first time, I slept without fear or the weight of the world pressing down on me. Our dreams intertwined like threads in an intricate tapestry, weaving stories only we understood. Sleep felt like floating in an ocean of calm, knowing I was no longer alone, drifting. I want to make you smile so you can someday move past what they did to you.

The butterflies stayed with us from yesterday; they never left. We were alive, shining brightly like sparklers on my birthday. As we drifted—both in dreams and quiet hours- I knew we would face any path together, carried by winds of something deeper than we see. I want to see you, wrapped in my arms, as you drift off to sleep.

I want to make you my entire personality, even though I am already fabulous. You’ve inspired me more than you realize. My healing journey shifted into overdrive so I could be there for you, like an AA sponsor.

I’ll say “this” with an exclamation point. Reality is going to hurt when I descend from your most vulnerable place. Kindly exit my every waking thought; you’re starting to make me mad with inspiration. I think I have an idea of how it would go. What’s your expectation?

I heard you are looking for a best friend to repair your discarded fragments, and, regrettably, I am not up to the task. Maybe? In another life… maybe in three years?

Watching you shine is my silent reward, and I hope you never feel guilty for succeeding. I couldn’t live with myself if something ever happened to you, and eventually it will happen to all of us. Can we meet in Paris in the next life and grow up together as children? I’ll savor you so I can always find you, anywhere our wounded souls dare to travel.

I’ll always give you more credit than you’ve earned, mostly because you deserve more than life has given you. I want nothing but endless rewards to come your way. I’ll always protect your secrets, and no request will be declined, really, anything.

I’ve been stealing smiles all day, and I felt it when you noticed, deep in my chest. My ringing ears and sweaty palms, I appreciate your honesty. There’s no need to forget I exist. We can be better friends than we imagined, than we dreamed of, and maybe more.

Why do we both believe we don’t deserve it?

I can see you celebrating behind all that self-inflicted misery, so thank you for the reminder. 🤍

All my love,
-Boston

I want to make you my entire personality, even though I am already fabulous. You’ve inspired me more than you realize. My healing journey shifted into overdrive so I could be there for you, like an AA sponsor.

I’ll say “this” with an exclamation point. Reality is going to hurt when I descend from your most vulnerable place. Kindly exit my every waking thought; you’re starting to make me mad with inspiration. I think I have an idea of how it would go. What’s your expectation?

I heard you are looking for a best friend to repair your discarded fragments, and, regrettably, I am not up to the task. Maybe? In another life… maybe in three years?

Watching you shine is my silent reward, and I hope you never feel guilty for succeeding. I couldn’t live with myself if something ever happened to you, and eventually it will happen to all of us. Can we meet in Paris in the next life and grow up together as children? I’ll savor you so I can always find you, anywhere our wounded souls dare to travel.

I’ll always give you more credit than you’ve earned, mostly because you deserve more than life has given you. I want nothing but endless rewards to come your way. I’ll always protect your secrets, and no request will be declined, really, anything.

I’ve been stealing smiles all day, and I felt it when you noticed, deep in my chest. My ringing ears and sweaty palms, I appreciate your honesty. There’s no need to forget I exist. We can be better friends than we imagined, than we dreamed of, and maybe more.

Why do we both believe we don’t deserve it?

I can see you celebrating behind all that self-inflicted misery, so thank you for the reminder. 🤍

All my love,
-Boston

I want to make you my entire personality, even though I am already fabulous. You’ve inspired me more than you realize. My healing journey shifted into overdrive so I could be there for you, like an AA sponsor.

I’ll say “this” with an exclamation point. Reality is going to hurt when I descend from your most vulnerable place. Kindly exit my every waking thought; you’re starting to make me mad with inspiration. I think I have an idea of how it would go. What’s your expectation?

I heard you are looking for a best friend to repair your discarded fragments, and, regrettably, I am not up to the task. Maybe? In another life… maybe in three years?

Watching you shine is my silent reward, and I hope you never feel guilty for succeeding. I couldn’t live with myself if something ever happened to you, and eventually it will happen to all of us. Can we meet in Paris in the next life and grow up together as children? I’ll savor you so I can always find you, anywhere our wounded souls dare to travel.

I’ll always give you more credit than you’ve earned, mostly because you deserve more than life has given you. I want nothing but endless rewards to come your way. I’ll always protect your secrets, and no request will be declined, really, anything.

I’ve been stealing smiles all day, and I felt it when you noticed, deep in my chest. My ringing ears and sweaty palms, I appreciate your honesty. There’s no need to forget I exist. We can be better friends than we imagined, than we dreamed of, and maybe more.

Why do we both believe we don’t deserve it?

I can see you celebrating behind all that self-inflicted misery, so thank you for the reminder. 🤍

All my love,
-Boston

I want to make you my entire personality, even though I am already fabulous. You’ve inspired me more than you realize. My healing journey shifted into overdrive so I could be there for you, like an AA sponsor.

I’ll say “this” with an exclamation point. Reality is going to hurt when I descend from your most vulnerable place. Kindly exit my every waking thought; you’re starting to make me mad with inspiration. I think I have an idea of how it would go. What’s your expectation?

I heard you are looking for a best friend to repair your discarded fragments, and, regrettably, I am not up to the task. Maybe? In another life… maybe in three years?

Watching you shine is my silent reward, and I hope you never feel guilty for succeeding. I couldn’t live with myself if something ever happened to you, and eventually it will happen to all of us. Can we meet in Paris in the next life and grow up together as children? I’ll savor you so I can always find you, anywhere our wounded souls dare to travel.

I’ll always give you more credit than you’ve earned, mostly because you deserve more than life has given you. I want nothing but endless rewards to come your way. I’ll always protect your secrets, and no request will be declined, really, anything.

I’ve been stealing smiles all day, and I felt it when you noticed, deep in my chest. My ringing ears and sweaty palms, I appreciate your honesty. There’s no need to forget I exist. We can be better friends than we imagined, than we dreamed of, and maybe more.

Why do we both believe we don’t deserve it?

I can see you celebrating behind all that self-inflicted misery, so thank you for the reminder. 🤍

All my love,
-Boston

In the vast dance of time and chance, our souls crossed paths,one rooted in the wild, tending to Mother Earth, and the other lost in the hum of the city’s pulse, hearts aligned with concrete rhythms. From the moment our eyes met, something ancient stirred within us both. This was our first “together” in this lifetime. The air between us thickened as if the universe itself held its breath. I held mine, wishing for the next lifetime.

Though our worlds are miles apart; yours filled with the crackle of leaves and the hum of bees, mine overwhelmed by the flicker of bright lights and the echo of the highway, we felt an unspoken connection, a pull as deep as the roots of an oak. Every glance, every word exchanged was charged with meaning, as though we had known each other long before this lifetime.

You don’t have to say it, I know our path. Still, don’t forget to bring me buckets of sunshine and small tokens that remind us both, the next life will be ours.

Fate, as mysterious as it is wise, will keep us apart but send reminders that we are shining in this gentle light together. Our paths diverged as quickly as they intertwined, and yet, we remain hauntingly tethered, each carrying the other in quiet moments. We will never truly be together in this life, and I’m willing to wait for you. We are the moon and the sea, forever in sync yet never physically close, and inseparably bound. We make our way through dreams and smiles.

Do your best to keep us deep in your dreams, and I’ll keep you safe in my sights. We will always find each other when it’s time to say “goodbye”.

All my love,
-Boston

In the vast dance of time and chance, our souls crossed paths,one rooted in the wild, tending to Mother Earth, and the other lost in the hum of the city’s pulse, hearts aligned with concrete rhythms. From the moment our eyes met, something ancient stirred within us both. This was our first “together” in this lifetime. The air between us thickened as if the universe itself held its breath. I held mine, wishing for the next lifetime.

Though our worlds are miles apart; yours filled with the crackle of leaves and the hum of bees, mine overwhelmed by the flicker of bright lights and the echo of the highway, we felt an unspoken connection, a pull as deep as the roots of an oak. Every glance, every word exchanged was charged with meaning, as though we had known each other long before this lifetime.

You don’t have to say it, I know our path. Still, don’t forget to bring me buckets of sunshine and small tokens that remind us both, the next life will be ours.

Fate, as mysterious as it is wise, will keep us apart but send reminders that we are shining in this gentle light together. Our paths diverged as quickly as they intertwined, and yet, we remain hauntingly tethered, each carrying the other in quiet moments. We will never truly be together in this life, and I’m willing to wait for you. We are the moon and the sea, forever in sync yet never physically close, and inseparably bound. We make our way through dreams and smiles.

Do your best to keep us deep in your dreams, and I’ll keep you safe in my sights. We will always find each other when it’s time to say “goodbye”.

In the vast dance of time and chance, our souls crossed paths,one rooted in the wild, tending to Mother Earth, and the other lost in the hum of the city’s pulse, hearts aligned with concrete rhythms. From the moment our eyes met, something ancient stirred within us both. This was our first “together” in this lifetime. The air between us thickened as if the universe itself held its breath. I held mine, wishing for the next lifetime.

Though our worlds are miles apart; yours filled with the crackle of leaves and the hum of bees, mine overwhelmed by the flicker of bright lights and the echo of the highway, we felt an unspoken connection, a pull as deep as the roots of an oak. Every glance, every word exchanged was charged with meaning, as though we had known each other long before this lifetime.

You don’t have to say it, I know our path. Still, don’t forget to bring me buckets of sunshine and small tokens that remind us both, the next life will be ours.

Fate, as mysterious as it is wise, will keep us apart but send reminders that we are shining in this gentle light together. Our paths diverged as quickly as they intertwined, and yet, we remain hauntingly tethered, each carrying the other in quiet moments. We will never truly be together in this life, and I’m willing to wait for you. We are the moon and the sea, forever in sync yet never physically close, and inseparably bound. We make our way through dreams and smiles.

Do your best to keep us deep in your dreams, and I’ll keep you safe in my sights. We will always find each other when it’s time to say “goodbye”.