Souls as kindred as ours were never meant to be together. Souls like ours were meant to intertwine for a brief but magical moment and never cross paths again. In our fleeting time together we learned from one another and we pushed each other to be better people, to be better creatives. It was a breathtaking whirlwind that neither of us will forget. A romance like that shakes you to your core. But my unwillingness to let you in after so long seems to have finally taken its toll. After trying over and over again a seemingly impenetrable wall can break the best of them. And as the summer changes to autumn I can feel your once comforting presence fade away like the oppressive heat.
In many ways the absence of your presence is what I will miss most. There was always something comforting in knowing that I could always contact you in my hour of need. Something about the way your steady familiar voice would quiet my fears. I'll miss the warmth and wisdom in your eyes, miss listening to the carefully chosen words you spoke, miss the way we'd dream about the future while we lay in bed. A future we once believed was attainable for people like us. But like the brisk changing of the seasons we'd quickly lost what was. In the blink of an eye the magic was gone.
Sometimes, no matter how hard we try all good things come to an end. And as we said goodbye we both lingered after our embrace. We gazed into one another's eyes knowing this would be the last time. Searching for something. Searching for anything. Speaking the silent language only lovers turned to friends can possibly understand.