I know that if I exist, he exists. I know that a genuine soul who cannot bear the thought of being selfish but the want and need to take his heart from his chest and give it as if it were his final woken hour. That he has given his heart to the wrong ones and they took a piece of his life from him each time. But one day, it will rest in my hands, and it will not lose its beat as the beats have lessened with each one whom has attempted to carry it. It will sustain its life and grow as a wound closes on its own and regains its strength. Like a therepist soothes, massages, and touches all areas that all are too afraid to touch. He just as I will find those fibers begin to weave together. Fibers in which have been created in me to him when I was in the womb of my mother. I was born his. And though, my journey still transcends this mission without him, my final destination concludes the ultimate successes and greatness of pleasures this life could possibly bring which one day will include him as if he were the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow everyone has been unsuccessful at seeing. Only a certain set of eyes may encounter this amount of brilliance and beauty. Just as his eyes will be set on truth, honesty, loyalty, purity and nothing but greatness.
Though he doesn't deserve me, and I don't deserve him. God deserves us as His sacrifice which is why our paths will meet at eternity.