We are interlinked. I feel as though we are interwoven, our souls stirring in the darkness of night, bound together beneath the twinkling stars. Our thoughts are like a spider's web, intricately woven until strong and unbreakable. In the silence that fills the room, we shine with a shared light. Your mind mirrors mine, revealing truths with every glance. We are like Sirius, eternally orbiting each other, each thought you have leaving a trace within me, echoing deep in my sacred space. As we drift through time, our hearts forge a single rhythm, sharing the same heartbeat, an endless dance with no end. When you dream in REM, I feel them within me, and your laughter fills my being with joy. We speak in whispers, in silent notes, hardly needing words at all. Our love is a boat floating forever on a vast ocean, each wave carrying us forward. I feel every emotion with you - your joy, your hidden pain. I wipe away your tears with my thumb, feeling them as my own. The love we share is boundless, like an infinite ocean, and we sail together endlessly. Every breath I take carries a piece of you, every step I make in the sunlight casts your shadow beside me. In your embrace, I find wholeness, and our hearts beat together in perfect harmony. We need no words when we're together; all we need is each other. With every heartbeat, our worlds merge into one. All fears vanish when I gaze into your eyes, where I see the universe laid out before me. This connection is deep and true, and I am forever lost in thoughts of you. It’s as if we act as one, sharing the same thoughts, actions, and feelings. Even if our story were to end, nothing could break the bond we have. We are interlinked.

Someday, I will die. No matter how long I try to postpone it, my life will come to an end, not in a blaze of glory or a thunderous finale, but in a quiet stillness, like the tide slipping back into the sea. But before that day comes, I will have lived, not just existed, but truly lived. I will have laughed and cried over things both deeply meaningful and entirely trivial. I will have held silence in my hands and shaped it into peace. I will have known pain, not once or twice but endlessly, and though the wounds may not fully disappear, I will have healed enough to rise again. I will have looked into the mirror, sometimes despising the reflection, sometimes marveling at the strength behind my own eyes. I will have carried grief, heavy and necessary, shaping me into something real. I will have failed, publicly and privately, but never stopped trying, not because I had to, but because something inside me refused to give up. I will have learned to forgive myself, not with dramatic proclamations, but with small, quiet choices to keep moving. I will have loved, imperfectly but wholeheartedly, and even when heartbreak came, I will have walked away with trembling hands and a lifted head. I will have created things, maybe odd or unimpressive, but they’ll be mine, understood if only by me. I will have stayed up through the night, whispering truths into the dark, staring up at the stars until they whispered back. I will have grown and changed into someone I never imagined, and I will have let go of things I once thought I couldn’t live without. And when the final moment comes, I hope I don’t claw at the pages, desperate to rewrite the past, but instead smile, knowing every line, even the painful ones, mattered. Someday my story will end, but I won’t disappear. I will echo in everything that made me, me.