This is the story of my death.
It is not as it should be, but as it is.
It is not how I expected but, in the end, how I wanted.
It is not too soon, but sooner than I thought for my years.
It is perfect.
I am the sun, the wind, the stars in your eyes as you gaze into the moonlit heavens.
I am you, with you, in you—under your skin.
I reside in your heart.
And yet, it is not as it should be because it is our destiny.
It is our hearts, eternally entwined.
It is us—Immortal.
This is the story of my death.
It is not as it should be, but as it is.
It is not how I expected but, in the end, how I wanted.
It is not too soon, but sooner than I thought for my years.
It is perfect.
I am the sun, the wind, the stars in your eyes as you gaze into the moonlit heavens.
I am you, with you, in you—under your skin.
I reside in your heart.
And yet, it is not as it should be because it is our destiny.
It is our hearts, eternally entwined.
It is us—Immortal.