I'm sorry for being gone for so long. Too long that the universe would have forgotten my name if it wasn't for the constellations hymning that rhythm. Truth is I miss you too much to even say a single word to you. The mistake is mine, but the ego is yours.
One day, you'll realize that there are some people you'll never see again. At least, not in the same way. That person is you to me and that person is me to you. I can live for a million years but never would I find someone like you.
But then again, maybe there's good in not finding another one like you.