The things we left behind

Hello love. How long it has been since the last time we looked into each other's eyes? Months? Years? Centuries? I can't wrap my head around it. When I think of all the pain that we could have save each other if only we have had stayed true to our pure instinct ... For I instance you wouldn't be mourning the lost of your son. I wouldn't be mourning the lost of my all. We might have reached level 10 in how to get to heaven by now. But you choose to walk a different path than mine. Tonight I only wish I could bury your pain in the mud. It's hard to know that after all, I might still love you.