It Isn't Over
I knew he would be alone, his wife tended to stay constantly close to their child and I knew the family was at the main house.
I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn't stop. I kept the same pace, looking for him, trying to catch him off guard, but knowing full well he would be able to hear me coming.
Why was I still looking for him?
He was married.
He had a child.
He found her.
And she gave him things that I couldn't ever even dream to give him.
They were meant for each other.
I knew now that I was in some way trying to find closure to that chapter of my life, but the things I said and tried with him that day... I felt ashamed just thinking about it.
He should have been mad at me, but he wasn't.
I know how you feel, that desperation inside of you is the loneliness trying to consume you. Don't let it, my friend. You will find your happy ending. I promise.
How I wished to believe in his words, but when you had lived as long as I had, you tended to believe more in facts than in words.
And the fact was that, after one thousand years, I was still alone.