
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

May your dreams carry the beauty you see so effortlessly in this world. And may your heart, when in the morning you rise, feel the kindness you have given mine.

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…

Be grateful. For the breath that fills your lungs, for the silence that cradles your thoughts, for the gift of this moment – unpaid, unpromised, but yours entirely.

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.

Hair rose at the back of my neck as I wrote, as if time itself ran its fingers along my spine, reminding me of what I could not outrun. The ticking, louder now, echoed in the quiet, each beat a hammer, each second a pulse I couldn’t ignore.

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.

We only ever move forward, step by step, leaving behind what was – not in regret, but with a gentle nod, as the sun tips over the edge of the world, stretching shadows that grow long, then fade.