It’s hard to express what you mean to me,
Because to begin would mean there would be an end.
There would be a point when the last letter will be written.
And the letter you will send.
There will be a time when you are gone,
No existence will be so grieved over as much as yours.
No despair will be felt like the one I will feel.
I will be locked behind closed doors.
I will not be that person to live on,
I will not be that person who exists without their other piece,
I will not be that person that you will look at,
And wonder when I will find release.
I forbid your absence from the world,
You are to stay next to me,
For as long as eternity may be.
I will never end this letter,
Because it holds the meanings,
Which I do not need to explain,
You know of all the feelings….
