I love you, here and there.

If the grief of love was a final act, what would it look like? What would they sound like? Perhaps these may be the words one wanted to hear, but the other find horrid in their eyes. Maybe it'll be like watching a gorgeous sunset where the sun meets the horizon as each message sets its progressive course to the finale. Or maybe, just maybe, it's a Morse code from another universe coming from someone you're familiar with.