To Love You in the End

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Dear Meir,

I dreamed that I was on a railway platform, in a hurry to meet you. I saw people running, crying, shouting. The sky was dark, and the whole world was covered with clouds. I heard that the apocalypse was coming for us, that this world was coming to an end. We were standing at our end. I was breathing heavily. I ran, I ran away from the train platform, away from everyone, from everything.

I came to a hill and saw the blue sea and you. You were far across this sea; how could I come to you, Meir? You were far from me. No one could take me to you, and that was the end of us. My love, I wanted to hold you one last time. And then I heard something. When I looked back, it was you. I ran to you, and you ran to me. I could see your face. Today, I was going to love you, Meir. I didn’t know when our ending would come, but I knew I was here with you, and today, I would love you even more.

If the world ended today… I know we could finally have each other.

Yours,

Serene

~ Letters to Meir ~ 



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