#echoesoftheinfinite

I’m afraid of growing old and still remembering the exact glow and tone of your eyes, and the way they tenderly lost themselves in mine. I’m afraid that not even time or age will stop me from, despite everything, still loving you.

I thought I was used to it. I thought I was used to death. When you've lost so much, it’s easy to imagine you “get used to it”. That your heart grows colder. But no. Each departure takes a piece of you with it. And in the midst of pain, in the midst of sorrow, I feel my soul, little by little... something that once shone within me begins to fade. Only a small part remains — it never truly leaves. Not completely. And I know it’s pointless. Pointless to fight it. Pointless to think otherwise. But it’s also inevitable. When you remember the light in their eyes, slowly fading. The breath already weak, trying, failing, for just one more. Life slipping away, right in front of you. Gone in a blink. No longer there. No longer. No. Denial... But I know that, no matter how life takes away those we love the most, somehow — even if all the time in the world would never be enough beside someone — that someone never truly leaves. They always, despite everything, stay with you. Within you. Until the end. And for as long as forever exists. Or... that little part of them will always remind you what happiness truly means. Of having been whole, even if briefly, even if unconsciously. They show you how beautiful it is to love unconditionally. Your blue eyes were the softest and kindest I've ever seen. Thank you for being part of my life, even if only briefly. With all the love still beating in me, — your human.