I cannot deny that I became bitter and full of rage when I first read your last message. For a moment, the hurt spoke louder than the love.

But perhaps those were words that needed to be said, for now, at least. Perhaps, in their own painful way, they were a kindness, giving me the truth I needed even if it was not the truth I wanted.

And still, after all of it, I cannot make myself stop loving you.

Perhaps some things simply exist beyond reason, beyond distance, beyond time and space. And you are one of them.