I wish it weren’t so, but I don’t think we’re going to make it. There’s too much water under the bridge; I spent too much time adrift in indecision, stranding us in an inalterably inactive state. And now all the moments have come and gone, come and gone again. If you ever take the time to think of me, please try to remember me fondly. Remember a complex, complicated being, with faults and facets alike. Fearful but brave, rough but tender, lorn but hopeful… and willing to be completely, entirely yours. Remember the person who spent hours upon hours sharing every secret, wish, and desire, and taking yours in turn. Remember the good times and learn from the bad, but most importantly — most absolutely — remember that I love you. That someone, somewhere, always will. For everything you are, aren’t, and have yet to be. This is a truth that will stand the test of time. Forever was an oath and a promise, not a wish. But my hope that the end of your life finds you happy and complete – that is a wish, from me to you. If we part ways, know that I’ll always keep you with me: a friend, a confidant, a lover, a soulmate, a lesson. A precious wish granted and disgracefully wasted. But no less beautiful for it… no less real.