For you, death is a friend and love is my eternity

Prologue

Every morning, I wake up in a world that feels both new and painfully familiar. The faces change, the places shift, but the ache in my chest-this relentless, insatiable ache-that never fades. It's a reminder, a cruel echo of a promise I've made across the expanse of time.

For years uncounted, I've been reborn, living a thousand lives with a single purpose. And that purpose? To find you. Every heartbeat, every breath, every moment of my existence-it's all been in the search for you. In every lifetime, I hope, I search, I fall in love, and then I lose you, only to rise again, driven by the memory of our time together.

Death, you see, has become an old friend. An old friend who comes for me as gently as the first kiss of dawn, but whose parting gift is always the same: the end of our time together. And yet, each time I face him, I do so with an open heart, knowing full well that it's the only way to find you again. I would embrace the darkness, the quiet finality of it, if it meant I could see you once more.

You are my eternal muse, the sun around which my life revolves. No matter how many lifetimes pass, no matter how many deaths I must endure, my love for you remains unchanged. I've felt this love in a thousand ways-sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce, but always profound. I've known you as a friend, a lover, a confidant, and even in the briefest moments, I've found pieces of you scattered throughout my existence.

It is a cruel irony, isn't it? That love and loss should be my constant companions, that in the very act of loving you so deeply, I must endure the pain of your absence time and time again. But I would not trade this eternal pursuit for anything. The agony of waiting, the joy of rediscovery, the brief, shimmering moments when we are together-it's all worth it.

I am weary, yes. My spirit is tired from the endless journey, from the ceaseless quest to find you. Yet, with every step, with every heartbeat, I am renewed. Your memory fuels my courage, and the thought of you waiting just beyond the veil of the next life drives me forward.

So here I stand, at the precipice of another death, and though it terrifies me, I welcome it. For with it comes the promise of another beginning, another chance to find you, to love you, to be with you again. And in that hope, in that eternal promise, I find my solace.

Until the end of time, my beloved, I will search for you. And when death comes, as he always does, I will meet him with a heart full of love and anticipation. For in every ending, I see the possibility of a new beginning-one where I will find you once more.