Let me begin by saying this: It is over. The love, the ecstasy, and the desire, the pain, the pressure, and the anxiety have all subsided. The heart, once filled to the brim with warmth, is now at low tide. The world is less bearable. One must confront their reality alone, with untinted glasses and without a second. And yet, after all, how could such a relationship have lasted? Us two were dishonest and we hid what we know from one another, until what had been hidden was displayed and what had been displayed was hidden. Who are you now? Time had observed my ability to answer that question. Who am I now? Fear has done the same.

Everyday, for so long, you provided me with comfort only Gods could enjoy. What could not be achieved by you and I, if given the time to achieve it? You consoled me when the thunder crashed, calmed me when the storms raged, celebrated me when the skies were clear; we set the controls for the heart of the Sun! May I reminisce about uncontrollable laughter or agonizing breaths or dripping sweat or smiles the size of the world around us. Perhaps the salty tears and the humbling shame and the clueless naivety would be more appropriate.

But that all belongs in the course of a journey, doesn't it? Destination or no destination, there is no longer need to hide what we know. Much fun was had, many lessons were learned, and we may move forward with our heads held high and without a regret to be thought of. Already, we see our paths diverging into the future, away from one another's arms. One another's companionship. There is no more time to achieve what we were going to achieve. Yet time does remain to appreciate and understand unanswered questions and become honest with each other and others and fill the heart once again. To feel the love, the ecstasy, and the desire, the pain, the pressure, and the anxiety. For then, for now, and forever and always.

Let me end by saying this: It is over. I love you.