two people in love but not in the conventional way. in a you appeared one day and i was a young curious, powerful immortal being kind of way. in a you eventually became one of, if not my first meaningful connection i ever made in my relatively short (by immortal standards) life kind of way. in a im not really experienced in Human™ enough to really know romance or sex or conventional attraction like that and youre neither very interested in sex nor romance like that either so it ends up with some secret third thing of a homoerotic aroace queerplatonic situationship kind of way. in which both of you are also neither very attached to the concept of gender (expression) or monogamy kind of way. in a we spent nearly a decade travelling the world and learning things together and got to know each other kind of way. and during that time i learned that you, who tells me that you are the very physical manifestation of the universe’s love, is also not from this time. that one day, you will have to leave and go back to the time—the future you came from, and by the time we could meet again, thousands of years wouldve passed for me. but. its okay. itll be okay. because you promised you’d come find me—eventually. i made you promise. and i promised to remember you, because how could i not? I promised to continue living too—to continue loving. it would dishonor you otherwise. so you better come back to me. how ever many years it may take. I will be waiting. so remember to come.
