I love you…
At the end of time…
At the end of space…
At the end of matter…
At the end of the universe…
into the nothingness of the abyss.
And beyond the vast emptiness…
Where nothing but our souls gather.
Will we be able to fathom the wholeness of love?
Is it within this comprehension of infinity
that we desperately cling to this very moment?
Because each moment is it’s own decisive moment?
With its own rhyme and reason?
And within it, it’s own infinitude?…
of which, coincidentally becomes its own serendipity?
Which births its own fate?
Perhaps it’s why we live for today.
Because we subconsciously realize
that many “todays” become our “tomorrows.”
And when we recollect and reflect;
they are merely our tomorrow’s past
echoing back our own heart’s inmost longings.
It is I.
It says.
I is me.
And u r he.
He is she
and she is me.
We are one.
And one is all.
We are all connected
like the weaving needle that threads itself together
through each and every fated soul.
And in the end…
Even if we may not be there in our mortality.
I have always loved you.
From the beginning of time.
Before I was formed…
Before you were born.
Before I knew you.
Before you knew me.
Before I was me.
And Before you were you.
And I will still love you.
Over and over.
To the end of time.
And beyond.
Therefore,
we are immortal
at least in this moment’s moment.