Do you remember the memories we shared?

The nights and days.

The parting of ways.

You are the diary I choose to write my stories on.

You are the presence I always need.

You are the untold secret I hold so dear.

You are here with me.

You are the pencil I write with,

the paper I write on,

the memories based on,

the ideas generated from,

the inspiration garnered from,

the home I came from.

Why do your ghost still linger in my life?

When will the yearning stop?

What will happen if it does?

Closure?

The closure that happened and never happened.

The Binary that contradicts and never the opposite.

The Love unrequited, forbidden, but still Loved.

The Love.

The challenges.

Sacrifices.

Tears.

You,

are the one I truly love.

Unrequited,

Forbidden,

Love.

You are the diary I hold so dear.

Take my life,

take my soul,

take my happiness,

take me whole.

But don't.

Don't take my Diary.

This is the closure that was never resolved.

This,

now,

is the closure.

I Love You.

Do you?