Not all

Today, I wrote a letter.
I wrote a letter about distance and time, loss and victories. A letter about love and forgiveness.
An overwhelming wave of emotions crushed my heart like a tsunami. Like a tsunami, it gave me back all the good memories of a time I could no longer live. A time of pure joy around these people of mine. However, I realized this was not just another goodbye, nor the last one. "Yours, Mabel." had a different meaning. I felt that the knot tightening us up is not gone, a bit loose perhaps.
I see the time ahead of us all. The experiences which we may be able to share with one another. But not all is unforgivable. Not all is lost. Not all is dead by the distance.