We meet in this place; in my dreams. You are so gallant, so unaware of the power
you hold within your heart. It feels as if I have known you all my life. In a way, most
certainly, I have. I know the crevices, the curves, the intricacies of your being far better
than even my own.
The spirits guide me, create visions of the future. To me, they feel more like
memories. I hold them so dearly. The barest touch of your hand to my own, the
sensation is catalogued in my mind. It has been for years now. The insecurity of your
eyes, the questions in your gaze upon me. You seek in me answers. You long to find
your identity so desperately. I know only the paths you will travel, and even those I can
never reveal to you.
We will meet only briefly, but you will feel it, won't you? You will feel the pull, the
presence of fate will weigh heavily all around us. We are destined, and yet not.
Destined to meet, destined to connect, then destined to be pulled apart. You will
mourn, Chris. You will feel hollow at my passing, and never understand why.
I will send this message to you now, as we stare at the same sun blazoned horizon.
Let my words be carried upon the breeze that flows to the west, to you. We have met
over and over in my dreams. Countless hours I have spent watching over you, always I
have been with you. Through every battle, through every tear fallen; I have prayed for
you. I have loved you.
Evermore, Chris, I will be with you.
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