Letters to the other half of my soul pt.2:
My dear beloved,
I want you to know,
that even when I’m gone and my shell is buried beneath the dew that decorates the grass in the midst of a winter’s night,
even when my soul has departed on its venture to meet its Maker in desperate submission,
and even when the tongues of the living cease to remember my name,
my love for you will always thrive.
And you’ll feel it, I promise.
You’ll feel it in the stars, the moon and everything alive.
For when this love for you was gifted to my heart, it was gifted to gentle hands.
Hands that will forever protect its jewel.
—Love, yaynah 🥀