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.