the end.
It has been almost two years since I wrote these thoughts in a diary format. I deleted this "book" and then published it again.
It's 2024. The last month of summer. and the last time we talked was on a cold April evening. That evening, I buried not only the body of a loved one, but also the soul of another loved one. I didn't think it would end like this. It turned out funny, however. Everything was fine for three months, until a few nights ago I started to feel sad. I thought that I didn't care anymore, that I had let go of all the bad things and I was continuing to live until a sharp wave of longing enveloped my heart. I began to fear that all this frivolous business would haunt me all my life. I am afraid that I will feel bad because of the sharp moments of longing. I do not know how you are or what you are doing there. I do not know if you are alive or dead. Have you found someone who has become closer to you than me? or maybe I wasn't that close, maybe it always seemed to me? I just hope you're okay.
I won't be me if I don't say it. But I miss you a little.
In this hour, as shadows gather and our paths diverge, I must leave you with a few words. I thank fate for all the moments granted to us together and for the joys we have shared. Now the time has come when my journey leads me to distant lands, and only the Lord knows if we shall ever see each other again.
Know that in my heart, memories of your love will forever remain. May the god watch over you in my absence, and may the moon guide your way. Farewell, dear, with the faith that in the days to come, we shall meet again, and the flame of our souls will burn brightly as before.
— vi (caroline).