Let me preface this by saying that I have written I started writing many stories before this one. The experience of this weekend has prompted a great deal of self reflection, and some realisations have come from that. Ideas of the self, and how I had slipped into a sense of auto-pilot and what it made me realise. And still, there is a lot for me to ponder.
But instead I would leave another note, one for you. My love, you are still always on my mind. Even then, from before I had the door opened for me, after I had left all of this for you to find. And even after you had found the secret I had kept here for you.
Even through another week that seems like eternity, I would survive to make it back to you. I leave this here for you because I want you to find this and know that there is one truth that remains unchanged for me:
"I love you"
There will be more to write, and even if you never look back to this message I still want it to read the same. I doubt I will ever be able to explain how much you mean to me. To my muse, my music, my stars; [b]my love.[b]
