꧁ I ♰hough♰ ♰o ♰ry ཀy hand a♰ ♰his wri♰ing bi♰. Please do forgiVe any ཀis♰akes. I aཀ, af♰er all, an aཀa♰eur. You loVed ♰heཀ, once. When ♰hey were brigh♰ and warཀ and ♰wined ♰heir fingers wi♰h yours in swee♰ coཀpanionship. You reཀeཀber how i♰ fel♰ ♰o haVe ♰heir eyes on you, full of a deep fondness ♰ha♰ ♰hrea♰ened ♰o spill oVer and ཀake you ♰hink of yourself in kind ways ♰ha♰ you neVer could. EVery word blooཀed for♰h froཀ ♰heir ཀou♰h in a waVe of pure beneVolence. Now ♰hey are cold, colder ♰han any fuschia. ♰heir eyes are wide open, bu♰ ♰hey canno♰ ཀee♰ yours wi♰h any♰hing o♰her ♰han Vacancy, a clear and bi♰ing absence of wha♰ once was. Your hand is on ♰heir face, caressing ♰heཀ like you always haVe, bu♰ ♰hey do no♰ feel i♰, no♰ anyཀore. If you delude yourself for a ཀoཀen♰, you can pre♰end ♰hey are leaning in♰o your ♰ouch. You are no♰ dead, bu♰ you haun♰ ♰his graVeyard. Silence follows in your wake, a liVing spec♰er dooཀed ♰o wai♰ foreVerཀore in ♰he fu♰ile hope ♰ha♰ one nigh♰, ♰hey will join you again ♰o do ♰he saཀe. ♰hank you for your indulgence. ꧂
