He said that I'd leave him one day, and I simply said that I won't. Only if he knew how much I wanted to say this:
Never, not in this life nor the next, not as long as my heart beats and my soul burns with life. To leave you is not merely to hurt you—it is to annihilate myself, to tear the fabric of who I am into unrecognizable shreds. It would be agony beyond imagination, a pain that words cannot hold, like drowning in an endless sea or burning in an eternal fire.
Leaving you would not just feel like dying; it would be worse. It would be walking this earth as a hollow shell, a body robbed of its soul, a light extinguished forever. You are not just someone I hold dear—you are the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins, the force that keeps my spirit alive.
If it ever came to choosing between your suffering and mine, I would bear it all without hesitation, without complaint. I would carry your pain, your sorrow, your despair, no matter how heavy, if only it meant sparing you even a moment of anguish.
So hear me now, as though this were a sacred vow: I will never leave you. Not in this life, not in any life to come. Not until the stars fall from the sky and the world turns to ash. Even then, I would remain by your side, bound to you beyond time, beyond death, beyond all that exists. To leave you is to leave myself behind, and that, my love, I could never do.
