Sweetheart, I know that we could not forgive ourselves for all the things that we won't become.
When you are brave enough and courage is your friend, would you meet me where the new version of ourselves is screaming changes?
When I turn 25 or 70 and forget some of our memories, I want you to love me that way you love me when I was sixteen and tell me you came back to turn moments into treasured memories.
I'll be that one who could wait that long, and tell you that nothing is constant, but what you are to me when we're both in the middle of our youths had never changed.
Because I am that one who will love you until the sun gets tired shining, until I could no longer hold a pen and write poems about you.
In the garden of sunflowers, we'll slowly forget things and bid goodbye to this world. Our souls will meet again in another life where love is eternal and undying.
