It’s strange how it takes so little to remember so much, standing near that house that housed our entangled souls I suddenly see myself in that room again breathing her and seeing her. I feel my being acquiesce to these emotions without protest; there shall be no protest to such wonderful beauty. I sit staring through the walls of my mind penetrating the barrier of time and once again I am there, once again it is the essence of beauty that fills the room. And it is because only you can hear my soul that I feel myself so intertwined in these emotions that seem to have no end, and it is fitting that an end to such perfection not exist. That is the essence that cannot be taken away, not by any action that is taken against it, for it is objective, it is beauty, it is truth. This is the truth that exists between the two. As it has been defined truth cannot cease to exist and therefore this will be eternal this will be a legacy. And what more can two ask for, than a legacy of their own? I cannot fathom there being another soul whose connection can bring me to these realizations, it is therefore that I reason that there is none that has existed or can exist.
