
Chasing Sunsets
If only we could chase the sunset one last time and be certain of who you are to me and who I am to you then I can let go as I know you have. And we can carry on with the night apart, as it had been cruelly written
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If only we could chase the sunset one last time and be certain of who you are to me and who I am to you then I can let go as I know you have. And we can carry on with the night apart, as it had been cruelly written

What I mean is – my love expands with each passing breath, it grows in the quiet spaces between your laughter and your sighs, in the way your hands move without thinking, in the silence of shared moments where words don’t need to exist.

Your absence pulls the world apart – a thread unraveled from the fabric of the sky. I search for you in the curve of the wind, in the scent of rain, in the way the earth turns, slow and steady, but you are always beyond my reach, like a flame that flickers just before the…

This love of ours is the weight of every lifetime the children we bore, the joys we shared, the dreams that filled our hearts. I have loved you through it all, and as I sit here now, I feel the same love burning inside me, as if no time has passed at all.

I have loved you in ways I cannot name, in lifetimes I cannot remember, yet I know you, always, as if the universe herself has written us into the stars, over and over again.

I’m sorry, forgive me – these words feel too small for the space between us, but they are all I have. I love you, and with trembling hands, I give you back to the universe, with all the love, all the gratitude I can gather in this broken heart.

There is no translation for the way my heart leaps or the way your presence stills every storm. When I say “I love you,” so much is missed – what I mean is everything.

your eyes are (tiny moons) pulling the tides of my heart, and your laugh is a comet flashing across this canvas of forgotten worlds.

Our talks linger in my mind, woven with laughter and whispers, the light things, the heavy things, all falling into place like they had always belonged there. You have this way of understanding without needing to speak, a way of holding me without a single touch.