Immortal Hearts

This is the story of my death. 
It is not as it should be, but as it is. 
It is not how I expected but, in the end, how I wanted. 
It is not too soon, but sooner than I thought for my years. 
It is perfect. 
I am the sun, the wind, the stars in your eyes as you gaze into the moonlit heavens. 
I am you, with you, in you—under your skin. 
I reside in your heart. 
And yet, it is not as it should be because it is our destiny. 
It is our hearts, eternally entwined. 
It is us—Immortal.