It's not a mystery.

You will always remember the nights where we lulled each other's troubled minds into repose. Swimmingly and openly, we frisk into each others souls. Vividly, I remember everything just as much as you do.

You think I've forgotten? Look around you: my thought of you flows through every blade of grass upon the earth, in every bead of water in The Ring of Fire. We branded ourselves in each others minds,
how do we hope to forget?

You think I've forgotten about the universe we escaped to, away from all this chaos, and swirled ourselves into each others solace? You think I've forgotten those moments where we made serendipitous discoveries about each other?

You think I've forgotten about our consciousness colliding, giving birth to planets only known to us? I remember the time when we fashioned an empyreal of our own, and amorously arranged the skies below us.
I will never consign that to oblivion.

You made my nightmares with you, lovely; good dreams without you, dreary. Every time sweat pools beneath me, I see your reflection.
I sweat layers more, praying that it gets buried before I get lost in confliction.

I was always behind the crepuscular rays that bathed you, waiting for your irises to adjust. You think I wanted to stop pouring myself out to you? Every time the rain whispers your name, I really wanted to bust the dam to get to you.

But I had to stop the flow before we cross too many lines; set off too many mines. I had to turn away, before we get desperately addicted to each other. I need to, else we'd be the destruction of everyone around us.

I stopped, because I started loving you.