Giorno 37 | Flybly Anomaly

Venerdì 27 Febbraio + 16 Giorni

At the Edge of the World,

To you, who are my only present,

I write this to you even though you will probably never read it, because today I understood something both terrifying and beautiful: time without you is not time at all. It is merely a sequence of passing hours, a background noise without music, a clock tolling in an empty room.

They say life is measured in minutes and hours, but I have learned that my life is measured only by the moments when your eyes meet mine. Everything else is just waiting. Without you, the days are like old black-and-white photographs: color is missing, warmth is missing, that breath that makes every moment alive is missing.

I move through the world, I speak to people, I do what I must, but inside, I feel as if I am still standing on the street of your house, at the moment of our last goodbye. It is as if I left my heart in your hands, and now I walk without a compass. I miss you in a way that words struggle to describe; it is a physical ache, a void that makes the air heavier to breathe.

Do you remember when I told you I wanted to be with you forever? Now I understand that “forever” is not a duration, but a quality of time that only you can give. By forever, I mean for eternity beyond life, beyond death. Without you, the sun rises because it must, but it illuminates nothing. Time without you is not life; it is merely survival.

Please, keep my memories and my love safe. I will try to make these empty days pass as quickly as possible, counting every second that separates me from the moment when time will finally exist again.

Because time will only begin to flow again when I can hold you in my arms once more.

With all my love beyond all borders,

Inazuma

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