LETTER: WITH YOU BESIDE ME

Say it with me now.

As the sun slowly emerges, peeking through the hills and meadow, all that I can see are long shadows being drawn across the ground threatening to erase me from this light. Standing here in this time and space alone, I feel the wind brush across my face, I hear your soul linger as the grass sashays along with the rest of this world. With the light hanging gingerly beyond the sky, for a moment I feel your hands brush against mine, and I see the world before me. Contemplating over the notions of immortality and eternity, I ponder of these ludicrous possibilities and what the ramifications are to our existence. Quietly in this twilight, with you beside my feeble existence, I defy the gods and the heavens above us to ever force our entities apart; for immortality lies before us.

You chide me; you tell me it must be impossible.

It is often ridiculous to even think about the possibility of being a little part of forever, and while it often lies beyond the paradigms of mere mortals such as us, the ideas of eternity is often used within the context of love. It is therefore perhaps inevitable that much of us would eventually lose faith in such a concept as intangible and as unreal as this, for it is beyond our logic and sense to even fathom a divine idea such as this. There is almost no debate that eternity does not exist, people live and die, the things we see and touch are transient, and even celestial objects that we often place beside the notion of immortality such as the stars and the planets are not eternal. With such divinity an impossibility, it is then almost futile that we engage with such a word, for there should not have been such a word if application does not exist, if the only linguistic term that is always used is transcendental. Yet as I use the word if, realize that there is an element of hope in all of us, for there could be immortality if we allow ourselves to reach towards it; if we leap with all the faith within us. So as I stand here beside you, with your thoughts dancing within mine, I present to you nothing more than hope.

You see darling, all I present to you is love.

With the wind once again pulling me just ever so slightly away from you, all I ever do is close my eyes and hold on tightly and nudge myself towards you, for no divine being shall ever dream of taking me away from all that stands before me. We are nothing more than mere mortals, we are transcendental, filled with possibilities that may never be more than that, mere possibilities. Yet like everything else in this beautiful world, we all start with a dream, the very rule and foundation of love, the very thing that binds us together more strongly than anything like it. It becomes painfully apparent that defeating the very idea of being finite is a giant leap, not simply for us and our temporal existences, but for all that exists in this universe. Though cliché and intangible, it must be said then that nothing can ever be deemed as impossible, for nothing is truly worthy of the word impossible. Standing here with you in my arms, all that it would ever take is a little leap of faith and all that it means to be human to defeat all that stands before us, to defy even the eternal entity transcendentality. But as the sun slowly rises and moves across the sky, I see a slight smirk in your face as the cynic within you once again tells me all that I said is nothing more than mere words that hardly hold any ground; nothing more than words, that is what you, my dear, say.

Hush and listen now, I whisper.

And as the sun floats to the afternoon and towards the end of the day, I grab your hand and run alongside the majestic celestial entity. Running across the sky and chasing after god seems almost futile, almost silly, but with your hands tightly clasped in mine, we run. Love, as we know it now, is filled with cynics threatening to root it firmly in reality, and perhaps that is the way things should be; yet it is love that we speak of. The very sinews that binds us together, the essence of creation and dreams; it exists beyond the leagues of us mere mortals and presents to us possibilities that we may never understand. Such an emotion, an entity perhaps, a phenomenon, cannot be understated and dealt with alongside transient notions.

With you beside me, we run.

Perhaps ideas of faith and belief are too intangible to truly grasp, maybe we are all too jaded and cynical to let ourselves be part of these beautiful things; but that is no reason to simply forgo such ideas. As with all entities bound by love, we are all but writers and composers trying to write the perfect, endless song. Though it may be difficult to truly be eternal, remember all that I have said and iterated, know that these thoughts are timeless, keep in mind that it can never be impossible. And as we defy the sun to set, as we make daylight forever, all that we must do is to never cease trying, all I would like to say to you is that I am here now.

So chase this light with me.