In endings you can find beginnings. We didn't know when we met our story would be short— not a novel, an epic poem. Wandering in on a fool's errand, trying to help one incapable— but still trying. You were the one available— fate stepped in. When we met, tea was the purpose. Eternity was the outcome. A vault of bourbon, a glint of eyes— souls touched, and not in surprise— recognition. Eternity was already with us. We've known each other, and didn't ask why— acceptance and joy, eons of love. Mere weeks in person, lifetimes lived in moments and laughs. Eternity anchored on flesh and soul, a compass guiding us to the unknown. Secrets shared. Too many memes and texts to count. Not enough time—we lament— but this is just the ending of the beginning. Besties— not said lightly, just in a new way. We didn't know my time would be so short— here. Plans made, dreams discussed— not to be in this time, but our souls will remember. Until they meet again— we will have the edge of eternity.