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I hardly realized it was my life I was spending so pointlessly, unthinkingly, on things that will not matter to me or anyone in the future. Living like I did never gives a chance of being recognised or respected, let alone loved by other human beings. But I never cared. I had everything — in her beautiful face, frame and mind — and I lost it all. I lost all that was my reason to live, my true essence.
Her radiant presence was my sun, and her breath — my air. She, as I so foolishly assumed, was bound to me, was bound to be mine. The idiot. One cannot hold a star in his hands. Not without scarring or burning them to the bone, anyway.
All of this is of little importance now that my life has ended. No longer her shadow haunts me, no longer I see her features in every beautiful thing that I encounter. My feelings have long since faded, and I am free. As free as any dead man is.
Yet I walk among the living and enjoy what little this afterlife, as it may well be called, has to offer.