There’s a kind of love that doesn’t disappear when people separate.
It lingers.
Not in attachment, but in truth.
Not in fantasy, but in energy.
And the truth is:
We loved each other before we knew how to hold that love well.
We tried.
We failed.
We hurt and healed and hurt again.
And still— the thread never broke.
We are not here to replay the past.
We have sat with it.
We have wept over it.
We learned from it—deeply, completely.
I don’t want us to go back.
I want us to begin again.
With clearer hearts.
With grown souls.
With real safety between us. With real Bond between us.
Because what we shared was never ordinary.
It was woven through lifetimes.
Held by something greater than either of us.
You know what we had.
And if you’re honest, you know it never fully left.
This isn’t about clinging to a memory.
This is about standing in what still lives.
What still breathes.
What still calls you in the quiet.
You’ve done your becoming. So have I.
And now…
it’s time, for being Back To Us.
Don’t let your healing turn into hiding.
Don’t let silence become a wall.
Don’t let fear decide what your heart already knows.
Because sometimes the door doesn’t stay open forever.
Not because love ends— but because fate moves forward, with or without us.
So come home.
Not slowly.
Not eventually.
Now.
Because this moment — right here —
is where love lives.
And it’s still waiting for you.
For us.
For the life we were always meant to live—on the other side of fear, beneath all the noise, exactly where truth has always been:
Together.
With all my soul,
I ask only this—
Come back.
Not for the past.
But for what we can still become.
