it's not actually the end; so please, don't send the paramedics. nor is tomorrow the actual day of the ending; that won't come for another eight days, but tomorrow is the last day of this life that i'll be able to talk to her.
before she goes away to start a new life.
it'll be a happy occasion, i have no doubt. a beautiful woman, a beautiful setting, a beautiful event. an event that, had i been true to myself and to her, would not have been happening, at least not with the same cast of characters.
i've often wondered whether she thinks of me when she's away, whether over the weekends or other longer periods. more correctly, i should wonder if she ever thinks of me and if so, if it's in a positive context.
i wonder if that's even a remote possibility.
i know where my thoughts will be for the next two weeks. with her, of course, as they always are. but of her, with loved ones around her, in a tropical setting, beautiful surroundings, peace and elegance all around.
and her, the center of it all. beautiful, shining, stunning.
i want to wish her all the happiness and joy that she should have. and i will, before she goes.
and the nagging fear at the back of my thoughts: will she come back?
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