But we hold our breath—and each other—as we watch white waves slapping and re-shaping the shoreline, as we follow the roulette sky casting strobes of sunlight randomly across the earth’s skin.  These scenes of flux make us dare to wonder how love could transcend life’s ephemeral ways to outlast the still-unfathomed tears that you smear across your cheeks…or the final, unreturned kiss.

Yet if we are souls merged, our wedding has been built upon a kinship with the immutable. So the electrocuting sorrow that now transfigures your heart was once the lofty affection that announced to us how we belonged, not to each other, but to the infinite.

Soon, when you return to hold hands with the uncontained stardust, you will recall that the turns and cycles of living and dying can never reach our communion, or alter our love.