I don’t know who or where you are, but I do know it hurts severely to be without you… You were with me at a time, of that I know too, and it was the pinnacle of existence for both of us I’m sure. For I can still feel the vague contours of your form inside my being, next to my heart, your rightful place; yet lately your absent home has pooled with a salty sorrow, it’s hard to stay strong, I’m sorry… Somehow, for some reason, we have parted… And I don’t know if I can find you, but I must try, because you are everything to me.

The thought of you lingers, and somehow I manage to walk forward through the intense cold, seeking your warmth. Vision obscured by a frosty glaze, I am able to scan but a small fraction of this world for you in my numbed stupor, yet still it pains me to catch glimpses and glimmers of you shining in others like a luring void; feign lights radiating false heat, a mockery of what you have to offer. They give no hope or solace, but swiftly enter and flee to leave behind icy scars; the likes of which I know your gaze alone could heal, they will remain here until then.

For now though, it’s enough to know you exist. That remembrance alone always seems to make me smile, and if I die alone here, so be it. I am willing to wait an eternity if that wait is for you... If that wait means we will eventually be together again... I cannot feel your presence at this moment, but if you can somehow hear my will, I want you to know I love you...