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Distance had dug a chasm between us, a void that seemed to widen with each passing day.
How was the space of our absence filled? I can't explain it with certainty.
Perhaps we got so wrapped up in so many circumstances that we forgot to look each other in the eye. The passion that once burned between us had gone dormant in the darkness of misunderstanding.
But as I evoke your voice, not the one now but the one I treasure in my memories, the same one you seek in my gaze, I perceive the violet hues that once coloured our odyssey of platonic love.
Those innocent touches of spirit that chained the hope of a better time to sow what we can today.
It is the hope of overcoming the undaunted fear that paralyses existence. The cold that freezes and pushes away this immense desire to make you happy, for the rest of this life and those to come.
To see you grow, from nova to shining star, from dawn to moonlit night with constellations that narrate impossible loves. Those told and those yet to be told as a legacy to our children and their children.
For perhaps, in the unspoken place of our souls, there are still those determined encounters with the truth of our lives before absence was filled with this marvellous presence that I do not intend to abandon.
This love that rises above fleeting desires. An exponential love that breathes and feels with the light of each new dawn.
A light that I long never to lose, as I envy the sheets that caress and lull you when I cannot.
This is how I wish to dawn the next days of my life, filling that space that separated us with the sole certainty of your eternal bliss.