Part VI: Always. All Ways.

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Always. All Ways.

There are loves that happen once
and loves that happen forever.

Some burn like comets—
brilliant, fleeting, unforgettable.
Others return like the tide,
finding their way back
through silence, distance, and time.

In one world, we stayed.
In another, we never met.
And somewhere between them,
we are still reaching—
still finding each other
in dreams, in poems, in echoes
of names we no longer dare to say aloud.

This is for the latter—
for the kind of love that endures endings,
that remakes itself across lifetimes,
that chooses, again and again,
even when it shouldn't remember how.

Maybe we'll never meet again in this lifetime.
Maybe we already have, somewhere else.
But if souls truly remember—
then I hope mine always, all ways,
finds its way back to yours.

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