You are not my lover, no. Nor are you my other significant other. Juxtaposed you stare longingly into my soulful memories of you at age twenty five. I needed you then and I need you now.
You have already married and yes I know you've become a mother. But my passion and longing for you remains just as powerful as ever. And I also know that you do not love your husband. You might like him and enjoy his company but you do not love him.
Do you still have that letter I wrote for you? Of course you do. How could you not still have it? Even if you no longer possess it I know that you still possess its words.
Indeed our paths shall cross once more and many more moments after. My heart shall never give up or give out. And when I become old and weary your face will be plastered across my will and countenance.
I will cry out, "I love you! I love you! I love you!" And the earth will shake with such utterance. My voice and words will reverberate throughout the cosmos and beyond. And it is because of this that I know you will remember me for the rest of your beautiful life.
Yet... you will never remember me like I remember you.