Life and death are partners in a cosmic dance—one steps forward as the other steps back. We are born from mystery and return to it, but in between, we are given rhythm, breath, and movement. Meaning arises not from lasting forever, but from how we choose to move while the music plays
My only regret is that I never let my truth reach her—that the words I carried remained unspoken while the moment slipped into silence I miss you, S.