You are beauty in the snow?

🌙 A Letter Across Time I wonder if you still remember the way the sky looked the last time we said goodbye. I do. It was the kind of blue that holds its breath like it knew something sacred was being lost. Twenty-seven years have passed, and still, you live in the softest corners of my memory. I’ve loved you in silence, in dreams, in every version of myself I’ve become. And if fate ever allows me to see you again, I won’t ask for explanations or time. Just one moment. One look. One smile. Because if I could leave this world with your hand in mine, I’d leave it smiling.