I love you. I miss you. I long for you. And these overwhelming, intense feelings Have always belonged to you.

In the midnight hour, I yearn for your touch, To feel your gentle exploration Across my restless body once again.

To be enveloped in your powerful arms, To feel safe and certain with you, To simply exist beside you Without fear of losing the moment.

You are constantly crossing my mind, And I wonder — Should we try again? The thought of us together again Feels almost unbelievable.

But I have always lived by one strict rule: No backtracking. Only forward movement.

And yet, I still remember your Ivory-clean scent, Your delicate skin, The sensitivity you inherited from your mother. I remember your vulnerabilities And the strange magnificence within them.

More than a year has passed, And our arguments seem so small now. I cannot even remember What most of them were about.

But I remember your masculine beauty. I remember losing my breath Whenever you entered a room.

So what do we do now? Were you truly meant for me? Because I know, without question, I was meant for you.

Will we venture back And support one another? Will we venture back And learn each other all over again? Will we venture back Into wild, reckless, passionate love Until the world disappears around us?

I have come to realize That life without you feels unnatural, And some part of me Still reaches for you Again And again And again.

I am flooded with memories of us — The laughter, The late nights, The electric closeness we shared. So vibrant. So plentiful. So unforgettable.

How do I move on When all I remember Is your charm And your beautifully strange sense of humor?

How do I move on When I still hear your voice saying my name, Still imagine your soft lips Against my trembling, willing mouth?

I know there is another woman now. I know you are loving her deeply, Making her ordinary days feel precious — Because that has always been your gift.

And still, Some selfish corner of my heart Believes you belong here with me, Sharing these long lonely days And cold, endless nights.

I imagine her discovering The tenderness I once knew — Your teasing smile, Your careful touch, The warmth you carried so naturally.

What a beautiful ache it is To remember being loved by you.

You silly man. I do not cry for you.

I do not.

I do not mourn you.

I do not.

I am holding up quite well without you, Farewell, my love.