He can be like a child, when lost and fragile.
A man so strong, yet so weak.
I knew him so; I did not want to let him go.
The pain I would leave him would scar him.
The regret I would give him would burden him.
My decision would break him.

As I sunk deeper into the darkness,
I saw much sadness in his eyes.
The sight pained me much; I never saw him as such.
I wanted to reach out to him.
I wanted to let him know that I was okay.
But he would never know of my presence.

“I’ll come back when it’s all over.” I had told him.
But I would never return; it was only later that he would learn:
We would never be together again.
I never got to “meet” him,
I never got the chance to tell him how I felt,
But the memories we had together are enough for me.

For my whole life I have thought of this moment.
When it would come, how it would happen.
It is my fate, so inevitable and inescapable.
I’ve always known it would come.
I’ve always been prepared.
But I never realized how much I loved him – until I was gone.