This was always the plan. Its been rooted in the mud and dirt for who knows how long. Believe me when I say, I am incredibly sorry, incredibly full of remorse that I have to live with the fact of knowing I chose the simple path. That you cannot be here with me. That I robbed you, the world, and anyone else of myself and all the little things that I put into the world that made me, me. Words will never be able to expresses the pain and anguish that fact delivers me. Had I known this suffering, I’d have uprooted those plans long ago. Despite that, I have to live with my mistake and look at the positive. Things are easier now and those worries I once had are a thing of the past. One day though, far from now, I’ll be joined. Maybe by you, perhaps by someone familiar, or a complete stranger, but when that day comes there will be a lot of catching up to do. I’ll show them around, they’ll see what I’ve done with the place and in return, they’ll tell me their life story, their wisdom, and talk of changes over there. We’ll laugh, perhaps cry but that reunion, even if bitter-sweet, will have meant more than the world to me. More than I ever stole from the world. My only regret, besides that searing sting, is not spending more time with you. Oh how I wish we had more time together. Perhaps if things were different, I could of spent a lifetime with you and in return you could have spent a lifetime with me. Perhaps in another life. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps. When my life became a dark empty void, you were a match. A source of warmth, guidance, and direction in an otherwise, cold, desolate, and permanent place. I think I miss that warmth most of all. I miss you. I love you. Stay well and continue to burn bright. We will see each other again, one of these days.
