The reason I fail to write is simply this: words will lay bare what I have held constrained for oh these long years. No more could I deny the thoughts that lead ever to your door. No more could I deny the longing that keeps me coming back this way. No more could I deny you.
But what then? With love revealed, what could possibly be hoped for? Continents divide and time goosesteps our fates down separate roads. Whether to gloried haven or charnel house, I know only that you shall not be at the end of paths taken.
Only your voice, pixelated and digitized, shall accompany me.
Only your voice ... and your unknown memory.
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