I decided that instead of writing to you, I’ll just try my heart out to be present in your soul. I know you appreciate the flower of silence, and I shall pluck it from my chest and gift it to you.
I just like you to know that many people love you, Ibrahim. How much you believe in that doesn’t matter, because their love is so pure it just is, like the sky is blue. They love you for you, not for what you do in return. I promise you, that when life hides them all from your reach, I’ll stand alone at the end, and wait, like I’ve always done with you.
Maybe you’ll notice me then, when your glance lingers into that waterfall far look of yours.
Until then, I’ll just retreat into the idea of me, waiting for the home of us, somewhere in the future that’s the subconscious of this universe. I will save my tears until I’m in your arms.
If we never meet though, then I hope you cry them for me.
Thank you for you.
I love you.
Yours forever, ibhog.