Our story will never end.
We ended a long time ago – but it wasn’t over. And for that, I’m sorry.
However, no one died of a broken heart that night. Words were said. Tears were shed. But words fade on the wind. And eyes dry.
Our story didn’t end when you walked out of sight. With our final good-bye.
Because if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die – a novel by Mik Everett.
We won’t have an ending. Instead, we’ll live in each other’s minds. Hearts. Souls. No matter where you are. No matter where you go. Know I’m thinking of you. And you’re in my heart always.
I promise to never turn to the last page. Slam the hard cover to a close. And abandon our book on the shelf.
Because, I’m not sure I ever did.