Beloved,
Before this body had a name, before this heart learned fear, I knew you.
I knew you as light.
I knew you as warmth.
I knew you as the other rhythm within my own breath.
When I found you here, in this lifetime, I did not fall in love the way the world describes. I remembered. The feeling was not new — it was ancient. It was like hearing a song I had carried in my spirit for centuries and suddenly realizing it was playing outside of me.
You did not enter my life to rescue me. You came to awaken me.
Thanks to you, I have come to see my own beauty and acknowledge my wounds. You showed me parts of myself that I was still unaware of, and held up a mirror so clear that I could no longer ignore my reflection. Although it was sometimes overwhelming, I now accept it as a form of grace.
You are not here to complete me; instead, you serve as a reminder that I have always been whole.
If distance widens between us, rest assured it doesn't threaten my soul. What is engraved in the spirit cannot be erased by time or circumstances. Our connection isn't founded on daily chats or physical closeness; rather, it's woven into the core of our existence.
Even in silence, I sense your presence. Even when you're absent, I continue to grow because of you.
Walking through life together, I consider it a sacred gift that I will cherish. Even if our paths temporarily diverge, I trust that divine timing will guide us.
Loving you has fulfilled its purpose — it has brought me back to my true self.
And in that return, I find peace.
Always,
The flame that burns with you, not beside you, but within the same eternal fire.
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