The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous, and sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.
By the time you read these words, I will be long gone. Know that I will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think, once I’m gone, you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Emma. And know that I’m sorry. This is my story. And this is how it ends.
We had a beautiful magic love affair.