A story of love.
A story of loss.
A tragedy written in time.
A tragedy to which I must break free and recreate this drama all in itself.
For my heart beats for thee.
Beats solely for the moment upon whence my lips return to the soft sweet embrace of the one I call my home.
Because home is where the heart is.
And my heart is beating faster and faster almost out of my chest towards you.
Like it always has.
Like it always will.
While what has been written of our script cannot be erased like pencil to paper, the ending has not yet been set in stone.
And once my stone has officially been set, I hope it is set next to yours.
Amen.