When the World Ends

In The End

I've been deemed stable now.

   Manny and I talk about her a lot. We also talk about what has been, and what could have been. Mostly, we talk about what will come. We've become closer friends than we ever had been before. Than we would ever have been in the Before.

The world is healing. The gray is lesser, and children can dance in the rain again. It has been years, but nobody can recall how many. Time does not matter anymore, not to those who've survived. No, now we not only survive, but we make sure to live.

After all, life is meant to be lived, no matter how short or long it lasts. That is all that matters. We accept what we have, and we love, and we hate, and we celebrate. We are human, and we live to prove that we will always remain so at heart.

The world is healing, yes.

But so is humanity.

And sometimes, I think I see a flash of brown hair, or a red sweater. And I know she's watching.

And in my dreams, she lives. She smiles. She loves.

And I know I will never find another like her.

There is a difference between loving, and being in love.

Me? I was in love.

   And, in the end, I know I will find love again. But she will always have a special hold over my heart.

So, Robin, if you're reading this somehow, know this:

I was in love with you, Robin Green.

And, in the end, I want to believe you were in love with me, too.

You saved my life. My mind. My heart.

My soul.

And may yours rest in peace, and watch over me, as I attempt to continue the good that you did.

I will never forget you.

Love,

Keane