We never promised the end would be far, just that the light between us would burn where we are. And it did—it burned like the sky at dusk, full of colors the dark would not touch. I do not call it failure now, the way the sun must learn to bow. If the horizon has to take you, then let me love the fading light. If the morning cannot keep you, then let me hold you through the night. We were never forever, but we were real. The sun went down, but the warmth stayed on the field. We were never forever, but we were true. And I would lose you again, if it meant I once had you. I kept your shadow like a photograph, not to bring you back, but to keep the path of where we walked, where we laughed, where we fell— the beautiful ruin that time tells. And if forever was never ours to hold, then let the story still be told. If the tide must take you with it, then let me love the way it moves. If the stars refuse to stay lit, then let me love the dark you leave. We were never forever, but we were real. The sun went down, but the warmth stayed on the field. We were never forever, but we were true. And I would lose you again, if it meant I once had you. I do not call it fate, I do not call it loss. I call it a light that moved across a sky too small to keep it whole— but wide enough to keep the glow. And if the dark must take its turn, then I will hold what I have learned. We spend so much time begging things to last, as if ending were the same as failure. But the sun does not apologize when it sets. The ocean does not cling to the shore. Maybe love is not a house you build to keep forever. Maybe love is a sunset you stop to watch, knowing it will fade, but staying until the last color disappears. We were never forever, but we were real. The sun went down, but the warmth stayed on the field. We were never forever, but we were true. And I would lose you again, if it meant I once had you. The light is gone... The glow remains... We were never forever... But we were real.
