I took his hand and put it to my mouth, kissed his finger softly and then placed it upon his lips. "Farewell beautiful." Never once I look away from his gaze. Leaning forward, I lay my forehead on his and whispered, "You have my heart."
"Farewell my love. On this journey you take, I can't follow." His words began to break apart, "I must simply let you go. And though your absence will open my chest, please know I will be missing you always. You are everything I touch. You are all that I see. With you, I am whole. Without, I live a false life."
Slowly I took his face in my hands, brushed his tears and repeated, "You have my heart ... and beautiful," I paused "this is farewell, not goodbye."
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