Perhaps we are just one chapter within our respective stories. We don’t know what will happen in the space and time apart and maybe everything will change. Or maybe time won’t even come close to breaking the crimson thread of connection from me to you, because time is irrelevant.

I respect your journey. I wish I could say that I don’t understand why you chose to let me go. But the truth is that I do, because I’ve been where you are. And though sadenned I felt cared for in your goodbye and felt it hurt your heart knowing it would hurt mine.

I have seen only a glimpse of your life, but it makes me smile because I feel privileged to have known you despite the battle between head and heart. I could ramble on about the goodness of your deep, sensitive and passionate heart, and I hope that you constantly evolve into the man you want to be.

The truth of it is, I was fighting my own demons in relationship to you and how your presence and my submission to your world shook up my quiet one. I don’t always believe that timing should ever be a barrier but I’m also a firm believer that things have a way of falling into place, and that if something is meant to be it will eventually be.

I hope if we meet again it will still be easy to talk to you about everything and nothing. I hope I can still find depth and meaning in our most random conversations and feel the same comfort and ease of sharing things with you. I hope you can still be yourself around me and that I can still make you smile and calm you down when everything else is chaotic.

And I hope that if we meet again, we can still look at each other the way we did before timing, distance and messy lives got in the way. I hope our story is not like all other short stories, but full of plot twists, surprises, lessons and happy endings.

But if this is the end of the story; if this is all it will ever be or was, then I hope when we meet again, we’re both happy. I hope we can still wish the best for each other because we both know how much we struggled to find meaning in our meeting.

If I see you again and we don’t feel a thing, I hope there’s no bitterness, no resentment and no sadness. I hope we can be a reminder of how the universe sometimes brings two people together to help heal each other. And that healing is not the same thing as loving. And sometimes people heal you so other people can love you.

If this is the end of our story, then I want you to know that you are one of my favorite chapters, the chapter I will go back and read when I need to smile, and the chapter I will go back to and read when my story gets boring. I hope I’m one of your favorite chapters too. And if we are not each other’s happy ending, I hope we’re a chapter that led to one and the reason we started believing in happy endings again.