Existence

Of course, my love for you was 24 carat gold. No one else could ever love so blindly, so selflessly. And my pranks which irritated you then should have turned into memories to cherish by now. Time has taught me I am infinite and belong to the void. My presence is only that of a passenger in a train whose mode of travel keeps changing forever. So preserve the years I left with you somewhere deep. I’ll know they exist in you.

~ The hopeless romantic’s evergreen soliloquy