Mace, this will be the last time I message you. Thank you for coming into my life; short as it was, I was truly the happiest. Don’t worry—maybe not today, next week, or next month, but I will surely be okay and move on, even if part of me doubts I ever fully will. Like I said, you’ll be the last one I love in this lifetime. I will carry this silent yearning until the pain fades—though I think I will just slowly learn to accept it while my heart is still beating. For the last time in this lifetime of mine, to my greatest love: I love you to the moon and back, Mace.