Forgive me.

Forgive me, sweetie,
when I made it seem like I was alright after the separation;
after the crossroads where our paths split in directions
that led Us further apart when once we were inseparable;
our hearts and hands intertwined in love and in hope.

For as of now, it is over.

And I could never remember You, nor Your Love,
as something that did not put a smile on my face
as soon as I wake up, and as I fall asleep.

I cherished every day of Us

as if each day might be The Last.
That's why I always, always tell you that I Love You
whenever I had the chance.

I read somewhere that the only things that you leave for tomorrow
are the things you're okay dying having left undone,
and I wanted to spend every moment of You as something magical.
For the time I had with You was our own little infinity.

I was lost, and You found me.
I was difficult, yet You refused to give up.

And for that, I would rather spare You from the guilt,
and the grief, and the Loss of what You once had,

Because I still have it.

Even though we're no longer together,
it doesn't mean the caring,
and the concern,
and the corny jokes
that we both somehow find hilarious
have to end.

**Wyrda brought us together for a reason, Love.
And I'm happy that it did.