I have carried the thought of you in the deepest part of my heart. Do not fret, my love, you have not been forgotten. I realize now that it wasn't you who left me but I who left you; I regret having left you for so long but you have returned in your small peeks and waves in the window and I am grateful for it. Where I have gone does not matter. Where we will go is what does. The terrible hands of the world shall not tear me away with their gashing claws and sandpapered calluses no matter how hard it should try.
In this room, and at this time the clocks are all making up for lost time. And I too, have much catching up to do... but they will not catch me too.
- x.
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