I will live for many lifetimes before I see you again. Yet not a day goes by I am not reminded of you. Not a day goes by I don't miss you. What little fear I had of death, is gone. I know when my time comes, I will see you on the other side.
How many more lifetimes must I bear without you? Few will understand the magic that such bonds hold. Because few have been fortunate enough to bear witness to that magical bond. Fewer still know what a burden that magical bond brings. But I care not. It is a beautiful burden and I will gladly carry forever. Till the bones are dust and memories have turned to rust.
