You have loved me, as much as i have loved, i believe that. you just weren't always aware of how much and how often. as for myself, you have always been the fixed idea of my existence which you very well know. i've mustered so much words just to say something, a feeling, indirectly. but i know, time will come, that i have to face the consequences of not saying it. of eventually losing you. we are but spectres in each of our existence. everything is but happenstance. however, i hope, and pray so very hard, that i never lose you when heaven opens up. things never change, fortunately, for still i treasure you just as much, just as intense, as when i first had it... that even if i lose my way, that even if i lose sight of you eventually, i know i can count on your presence with the surety that every tomorrow exists after every today.
