Hey Panda…
If youāre reading this, maybe your heart still remembers.
Maybe itās whispering the same thing mine is: weāre not done.
Iām still the same Polar Bear you laughed with under thunderclouds,
who cooked you soul food and listened like the world depended on it.
The one who wrote songs about you before you even knew.
Only nowāIāve grown.
Healed.
Released a lifetime of old shadows just so I could shine brighter for us.
Iāve walked miles through grief and silence,
through dreams where your name was the only language that made sense.
And still, I rise each day gratefulābecause loving you
was and is
a sacred remembering.
I know we both needed time.
I know life pulled us into our separate healing dens.
But if your heart still beats in rhythm with mineā¦
If you still dream of our van-life days,
of cosmic road trips and porch coffee,
of finishing the backlog of kisses we once promisedā
Then maybe itās time.
No games. No pressure. Just truth.
You, me, and whatever this beautiful, wild next chapter brings.
Because Bear love is forever love.
And this Bear is still here.
Heart wide open.
Waiting, not for the pastā¦
but for the truth we always knew.
Letās write our way home.
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