Swofer

¤ Letter to my beloved ¤

Most of us spend much time wondering why nature is the way it is.
Why some get the fortune while the others get the women?
Why some get both while the others get nothing?

I say, we are all dying and every single moment of our mortal lives could be the last,
Then, can we really afford to spend so much precious time wondering why?

Men are haunted by the quest of love. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across our lifetime?
"Has she ever heard of me?" "Has she ever thought of me, wondering who could I be, how bravely I could fight, how fiercely I could love?"

This is a cruel world we live in and you know, sometimes I wish I could forget everything and sink into a dream, with her on my side.
She would turn towards me with a smile on her face, asking what would I want to do next, I would say:

"I want to indefinitely stare at a warm sun, rising up from a cold ocean, on a perfect beach.
I want to get caught by a magnificient shooting star, spinning me off into infinite space, to feel the solar wind of a supernova flowing over me.
I want to be an angel, flying throughout the immensity of our planet, flirting with a powerful tornado, diving into the eye of a giant hurricane.
But above all, I want to lay down at your side, hug you tight, kiss you tenderly and love you dearly until my time comes.
And when it will happen, I won't be like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, weeping and praying for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Because mine is complete. I cherish the idea to breathe one's last like a hero starting a long journey, leaving his beloved safe and sound, hoping that one day they'd meet again.. "

Alas, Reality catches us up.
The truth is, I go about my daily life understanding almost nothing of the world.
I know I want to reach out with something else. I could experience much more, I could accomplish so much more..

If they ever tell you my story, let them say it was my destiny, let them say I wasn't good enough for you, let them say I wasn't falling for you.
Men rise and fall like the winter wheat but the Soul is immortal..

And mine is yours for Eternity..

Yours always, Swofer.

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