“EVERLASTING”

- Poetry of Kanna

Overview
This story is about a man who experiences profound love, heartbreaking loss, and the journey of
healing and self-discovery that follows. It explores the themes of love, loss, resilience, and the
fragility of life. The man's first love ends tragically, and he finds solace in a new relationship, only
to discover that it was built on illusions. As he battles with his mental health, he encounters a girl
who embodies everything he desires in a partner, but unbeknownst to him, she is terminally ill.
They share moments of happiness and love, but she ultimately chooses to leave him to spare him
the pain of watching her deteriorate. Devastated, the man receives a letter from her explaining her
decision. Unable to cope with the series of heartbreaks, he tragically takes his own life. The story
also highlights the power of healing, self-compassion, and finding purpose in the face of immense
grief. It concludes with the man embracing life anew, carrying the memories and love of his lost
ones, and finding strength in sharing his experiences with others who are going through similar
struggles.

Chapter 1: A Flicker of Hope

I had always believed that love was something that grew over time, nurtured by shared experiences
and deep connections. But that belief shattered the moment I laid eyes on her. It was a crisp autumn
day when our paths crossed, and the world seemed to stand still. Her eyes, sparkling with warmth
and curiosity, drew me in like a moth to a flame.
We exchanged introductions, and from that very first conversation, I knew there was something
extraordinary about her. She had a way of making me feel seen, understood, and cherished. We
talked for hours, oblivious to the passing time, as if we had known each other for a lifetime. There
was an undeniable chemistry, an electric current that pulsed between us, igniting a flame of
passion.
As the sun set behind a canvas of vibrant hues, we found ourselves lost in a labyrinth of shared
laughter and whispered secrets. Time became a blur as we delved into the depths of our hopes,
dreams, and fears. With each passing moment, my heart swelled with a love so profound, it felt as
if the universe had conspired to bring us together.
Underneath the canopy of twinkling stars, we embraced, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as
time. In that embrace, I knew I had found the missing piece of my soul, the person who would
forever change the course of my life. From that day forward, she became my muse, my confidante,
and the source of infinite joy in my world.
Chapter 2: The Symphony of Sweet Moments
Our love story unfolded like a symphony, each note a sweet moment that wove its way into the
tapestry of our lives. Every day brought new reasons to fall deeper and deeper in love. We reveled
in the simplest pleasures, finding joy in the mundane and ordinary.
On lazy Sunday mornings, we would snuggle beneath the warm embrace of the blankets, savoring
stolen moments of intimacy. The softness of her skin against mine, the gentle rhythm of her breath,
and the delicate scent of her hair filled my senses, leaving an indelible impression on my heart.
We embarked on spontaneous adventures, chasing the winds of wanderlust that swept us away.
Hand in hand, we explored hidden corners of our city, discovering quaint cafes where we would
lose track of time over cups of steaming coffee. We would get lost in conversations about our
shared passions, dreams, and aspirations, inspiring each other to reach for the stars.
During starlit nights, we would lay side by side, tracing constellations with our fingers. We would
create our own stories in the sky, connecting the stars to form pictures that mirrored the dreams we
had for our future. In those moments, it felt as if time stood still, and the world belonged to just
the two of us.

Chapter 3: Fragile Minds, Intertwined Hearts

But life has a way of testing our love, of challenging the bonds we hold dear. As our love bloomed,
the shadows of my own mental health struggles began to cast their long reach over our relationship.
I felt the weight of my battles grow heavier with each passing day, threatening to engulf us both in
darkness.
It was during this tumultuous period that I met another girl, one who showed me kindness and
understanding in the face of my pain. She became a lifeline, someone who could offer solace
amidst the tempest raging inside my mind. Together, we navigated the labyrinth of my deepest
fears and insecurities, hoping that love could be the balm that healed the wounds of the past.
She became my rock, a beacon of light in the storm, as we weathered the ups and downs of my
mental health journey. With her unwavering support, I began to unravel the tangled threads of my
mind, piece by piece. She listened without judgment, providing a safe haven where I could shed
my inhibitions and reveal the vulnerable parts of my soul.
In her embrace, I found solace and acceptance. She saw beyond my struggles, recognizing the
strength that lay beneath the surface. Together, we crafted a language of understanding, where
words were unnecessary, and a simple touch or comforting glance could convey volumes.
She became my sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of my own mind. When anxiety threatened to
overwhelm me, she would hold me tight, her arms a shield against the storm. And on the days
when depression cast its heavy shadow, she would be my guiding light, gently coaxing me out of
the darkness and reminding me of the beauty that still existed in the world.
We celebrated small victories together, rejoicing in every step forward on my path to healing. She
encouraged me to seek professional help, accompanying me to therapy sessions and providing a
listening ear when the weight of my emotions threatened to pull me under. Her unwavering faith
in my ability to overcome fueled my determination to conquer the demons that haunted me.
Despite the challenges we faced, our love burned brightly, a testament to the resilience of the
human heart. We reveled in the moments of laughter, finding joy in the simplest of gestures. From
impromptu dance parties in our living room to movie nights snuggled under a cozy blanket, we
carved out a space where love and laughter thrived.

Chapter 4: Illusions of Forever

But sometimes, in our quest for healing, we can inadvertently lose ourselves in the process. As my
mental health gradually improved, I found myself confronting the stark reality that our love was
built on a delicate foundation of illusions. The person I had become in the shadow of my struggles
was not the person she fell in love with.
As I gained strength and stability, I began to see the fractures in our relationship. We had built our
connection on the mutual understanding of pain, but as my scars began to fade, I realized that we
were fundamentally different people. Our paths had diverged, and the love that once burned so
brightly now flickered, struggling to find its footing in our changed dynamic.
We tried to hold on, clinging to the fragments of what once was. But like sand slipping through
our fingers, our love slipped away, leaving us with nothing but emptiness and unspoken words. I
could see the hurt in her eyes, the confusion and sadness that mirrored my own. We both longed
for the love we had lost, but the truth was inevitable—it was time to let go.
In tear-stained conversations, we acknowledged the undeniable truth that we had grown apart. We
shared bittersweet memories of the moments we had cherished, acknowledging their place in
shaping us into who we had become. With heavy hearts, we made the painful decision to part ways,
each of us seeking a future where we could find happiness and fulfillment as individuals.

Chapter 5: Emerging from the Shadows

With the end of one chapter came the opportunity for a new beginning. I was no longer defined
solely by my mental health struggles or the relationships that had crumbled under their weight. I
saw glimpses of my true self, resilient and full of untapped potential, waiting to be unleashed upon
the world.
I delved deep into the process of self-discovery, learning to love and accept the person I had
become. Therapy became my refuge, a space where I could confront my fears, address my traumas,
and cultivate a newfound sense of self-awareness. I embarked on a journey of healing, determined
to emerge from the shadows that had haunted me for so long. As I gained strength and clarity, I
began to reconnect with the world around me. I rekindled old friendships and forged new ones,
surrounding myself with a support system that uplifted and encouraged me. Together, we embarked
on adventures, discovering the beauty that existed outside the confines of my troubled mind.
I found solace in creative outlets, pouring my emotions onto canvas and paper. Art became a vessel
for catharsis, a means to express the depths of my pain and the heights of my joy. Through my
creations, I shared fragments of my journey, hoping to inspire others who may be fighting their
own battles.
In the midst of my personal growth, life presented me with a new opportunity. It was during a
chance encounter that I met her—someone whose essence resonated with my soul. She possessed
a magnetic charisma, a spirit that radiated warmth and kindness. From the moment we exchanged
our first words, I felt an undeniable connection, as if the universe had conspired to bring us
together.
Our relationship blossomed amidst a tapestry of shared interests and laughter-filled moments. We
reveled in the simple pleasures of life, whether it was exploring the outdoors, embarking on
culinary adventures, or engaging in deep conversations that left us breathless with wonder. Our
hearts intertwined, weaving a tapestry of love, trust, and companionship.
With her by my side, I felt invincible. She became my confidante, my pillar of strength, and my
greatest supporter. We faced life's challenges together, celebrating each triumph and weathering
every storm. Her unwavering belief in me fueled my own self-belief, pushing me to embrace the
fullness of my potential.
But as the shadows of tragedy often remind us, life can be cruel and unpredictable. Unbeknownst
to me, hidden beneath her radiant smile was a secret she carried—a battle with an incurable illness
that threatened to steal her away from me.

Chapter 6: Love's Fragile Fragments

Our days together were filled with laughter, shared dreams, and an unspoken understanding that
our time was precious and limited. We seized every moment, cherishing the beauty of the present
while acknowledging the fragility of our future. The weight of her condition hung in the air, a
silent reminder that our love was both a blessing and a curse.
We created a sanctuary of love, basking in the joy of each other's presence. Our conversations
deepened, exploring the depths of our souls as we shared our hopes, fears, and desires. Every
touch, every kiss, was imbued with a profound sense of urgency, as if we were trying to encapsulate
a lifetime of love into fleeting moments.
But as her condition worsened, the reality of our situation became impossible to ignore. We faced
countless doctor's appointments, endless tests, and heart-wrenching discussions about treatment
options. The future we had once envisioned was slowly slipping away, leaving us grasping at
fragments of hope.
Yet, even in the face of unimaginable pain, we found solace in our love. We held each other through
sleepless nights, whispering words of comfort and reassurance. I became her source of strength,
her anchor in the midst of uncertainty. We navigated the labyrinth of her illness hand in hand,
determined to make every precious moment count.
And then, on a fateful night, she summoned the courage to share with me the heartbreaking truth
that had weighed upon her heart. With tears streaming down her face, she revealed the depth of
her illness, the grim prognosis that offered no hope of a cure. In that moment, our world shattered
into a million pieces, and the cruel reality of our situation threatened to consume us.
As the weight of her words settled upon us, a profound silence enveloped the room. We held each
other tightly, our bodies trembling with grief and disbelief. The magnitude of her impending
departure bore down upon us, suffocating us with a grief so immense, it felt as if the very fabric
of our beings was unraveling.
In the days that followed, we navigated the murky waters of sorrow and acceptance. Together, we
sought solace in the embrace of our love, cherishing every remaining moment we had. We
embarked on a bittersweet journey, making memories that would become cherished treasures in
the depths of my heart.
We savored stolen kisses under moonlit skies, our lips dancing with a mixture of longing and
farewell. We took walks hand in hand, weaving through the streets we had once explored with
unbridled joy, now tinged with the ache of impending loss. We whispered promises of eternal love,
vowing to carry each other in our hearts long after our time together had ended.
As her strength waned and her body weakened, I became her caretaker, tending to her every need
with a tenderness born of love and desperation. I held her frail form, tracing the contours of her
face with trembling fingertips, etching her features into the depths of my memory. We found solace
in the quiet moments, when our souls intertwined and our love transcended the boundaries of the
physical world. And then, as the final moments drew near, she made a heartbreaking decision. She
knew that the pain of her absence would be unbearable for both of us. In an act of selflessness, she
chose to spare me the agony of watching her fade away. With a heavy heart, she wrote a letter, a
farewell imbued with love and gratitude, explaining her decision to leave me behind.

Chapter 7: A Letter of Farewell

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow upon the room. My eyes,
swollen from a night of tears, fell upon the letter she had left for me. With trembling hands, I
reached for it, clutching the paper as if holding onto a lifeline. As I unfolded the delicate pages,
her words danced before my eyes, etching themselves into the depths of my soul. Each word was
a bittersweet symphony, a testament to the love we had shared and the pain she had endured. She
expressed her gratitude for the moments we had woven together, the love that had enveloped us in
its warm embrace. Tears flowed freely as I read her final farewell. She implored me to remember
her with a smile, to carry our love as a beacon of light in the darkest of days. She spoke of the
dreams we had nurtured together, urging me to chase them with a fervor that mirrored her own
spirit. In her final words, she thanked me for being her rock, her sanctuary, and the keeper of her
heart. She expressed a love that transcended the boundaries of time and space, promising to watch
over me from the heavens above. And with a last heartbreaking declaration, she bid me farewell,
urging me to find happiness in the tapestry of life that awaited me.
“My Dearest Love of my Life,
I write this letter with a heart heavy with sorrow and aching with love. I can no longer bear the
weight of the secret that has burdened me for far too long. The time has come for me to reveal a
truth that will undoubtedly shatter the world we have built together.
My love, I have been diagnosed with an incurable illness, a merciless foe that ravages my body
and steals the life within me. The doctors have offered no hope, no miracle cure to grant us more
time. It is a cruel twist of fate, a bitter reality we must face.
As I pen these words, tears cascade down my cheeks, for I know the pain that awaits you. I cannot
bear to watch you witness my decline, to witness the light in your eyes fade as my life slips away.
It is a burden I cannot bear to place upon your shoulders.
Please understand, my love, that every breath I take is filled with thoughts of you, with the
memories we have woven together. You have been my rock, my solace in the midst of turmoil, and
the keeper of my heart. You have shown me a love so pure and profound that it has transformed
my very being.
I want you to remember me not with sorrow, but with a smile upon your lips. Remember the
laughter we shared, the dreams we dared to chase, and the moments of pure bliss that made time
stand still. Let the echo of our love reverberate in your soul, and may it guide you through the
darkest of days.
Know that my love for you transcends the boundaries of time and space. Even as I depart from this
earthly realm, I will remain by your side, a guardian angel watching over you. I will hold your
dreams close to my heart and cheer you on from beyond the stars.
You are deserving of a lifetime of happiness, my love. Promise me that you will continue to embrace
life with all its beauty and complexities. Chase your dreams with fervor, for I will be your eternal
cheerleader, guiding your steps and showering you with love from afar. Thank you, my love, for
every precious moment we shared.
Thank you for loving me with a depth I never thought possible. You have been my greatest gift, and
I am forever grateful for the love we have known.
In this final farewell, I implore you to take care of yourself, to find solace in the arms of loved ones,
and to seek the healing that your heart deserves. You are worthy of a life filled with joy, and though
I may no longer be physically present, my love will wrap around you like a warm embrace.
Please, dear, find the strength to carry on, to honor the love we shared, and to cherish the memories
we created. Live each day with purpose, for in doing so, you honor not only me but also the essence
of life itself.”
Chapter 8: A Soul Shattered
The weight of her absence pressed upon me like a thousand-ton weight, crushing my spirit and
leaving me gasping for air. The world around me seemed to lose its vibrancy, its colors muted by
the heaviness in my heart. I was adrift in a sea of grief, struggling to make sense of a life that had
been forever altered.
Days turned into nights, and nights into days, as I navigated the treacherous landscape of grief.
Each moment was a painful reminder of the void she had left behind—a void that seemed
impossible to fill. I longed to hear her laughter, to feel her warmth, and to share our dreams once
again. But she was gone, and I was left to confront the depths of my sorrow alone.
In the midst of my anguish, I sought solace in the memories we had crafted together. I immersed
myself in the photographs, the letters, and the tokens of our love, clinging to them as if they were
lifelines to the past. I allowed myself to feel the full spectrum of emotions—grief, anger, and
profound sadness—knowing that they were an integral part of the healing process.
Support surrounded me, like a gentle embrace, as friends and loved ones offered their shoulders to
lean on. They held space for my pain, providing a sanctuary where I could share my deepest
sorrows and find moments of fleeting respite. Their unwavering presence reminded me that I was
not alone in my grief, and that there was still love and light in the world.
In the midst of darkness, I found solace in self-care and self-compassion. I sought refuge in nature,
finding solace in the vastness of the mountains, the serenity of the ocean, and the gentle whispers
of the wind. I poured my emotions onto pages, filling journals with the rawness of my pain, finding
catharsis in the written word.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to piece myself back together. I embraced the fragments of my
shattered soul, knowing that healing would be a gradual and nonlinear process. I honored her
memory by embracing life with a renewed sense of purpose, determined to live fully in her
absence.

Chapter 9: Embracing Life Anew

As the seasons changed and time marched forward, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and
growth. I learned to honor my own resilience, to acknowledge the strength that had carried me
through the darkest of days. I sought therapy and support groups, finding comfort in the shared
experiences of others who had faced similar losses.
I immersed myself in passions that once ignited a spark within me. I allowed myself to dream
again, pursuing new avenues of creativity and self-expression. Through art, music, and writing, I
found glimpses of healing and transformation. I discovered that the depth of my pain could coexist
with the joy of living, that love could be a guiding light even in the midst of grief.
In honoring her memory, I dedicated myself to acts of kindness and compassion. I reached out to
others who were walking their own paths of sorrow, offering a listening ear, a comforting embrace,
and a reminder that they were not alone. In the depths of my own pain, I found purpose in easing
the burdens of others, understanding that love could be a catalyst for healing.
With time, the sharp edges of grief softened, and a new chapter unfolded. I carried her love within
me, an eternal flame that burned brightly in my heart. The ache of her absence remained, but I
learned to embrace life anew, finding beauty in the simplest of moments and cherishing the
connections that crossed my path.
And as I embarked on this new chapter, I knew that she would always be a part of me—a guardian
angel guiding my steps, a whisper in the wind reminding me of the love we shared. I carried her
spirit with me, drawing strength from her memory, and embracing the lessons she had taught me
about resilience, compassion, and the fragility of life.
In her absence, I discovered the power of self-love and self-care. I learned to nurture my own well-
being, to prioritize my mental and emotional health, and to treat myself with kindness and grace.
I realized that healing was not linear, that grief would ebb and flow, but within me, there was a
wellspring of resilience that allowed me to rise again and again.
I sought out moments of joy and gratitude, celebrating the beauty that still existed in the world. I
surrounded myself with loved ones, cherishing their presence and treasuring the bonds we shared.
Through laughter, shared experiences, and heartfelt conversations, I rediscovered the power of
connection and the importance of building a support system.
As time passed, I carried the lessons learned from my journey of loss and healing, reaching out to
others who faced their own battles with grief. I became a source of support, extending a hand to
those who needed it, and offering empathy and understanding. In helping others navigate their
pain, I found a renewed sense of purpose and a deeper appreciation for the resilience of the human
spirit.
Life moved forward, and I embraced the opportunities that came my way. I pursued new passions,
explored new paths, and opened my heart to the possibility of love once more. I understood that
while the scars of loss would always remain, they were a testament to the depth of love and the
profound impact she had on my life.
And as I gazed into the horizon of the future, I carried her love and her memory with me, forever
etched in the tapestry of my being. I had learned that from the darkest of moments, strength could
emerge, and from the depths of grief, resilience could bloom. I knew that life was a fragile and
precious gift, meant to be lived with courage, compassion, and a profound appreciation for the
fleeting beauty that surrounded us.
Chapter 10: Love's Eternal Legacy
In the quiet corners of my heart, her love lived on, an eternal flame that illuminated my path. I
carried her legacy forward, weaving it into the tapestry of my existence. I found solace in knowing
that our love had transcended the boundaries of time and space, and that her spirit would forever
be intertwined with mine.
I lived with intention, cherishing each moment and embracing the vulnerability that comes with
love. I treasured the connections I formed, recognizing the importance of opening my heart despite
the risk of loss. I understood that love was not a guarantee of forever, but rather a gift to be savored
and cherished in the present moment.
As I reflected on the chapters of my life, I recognized the resilience that had carried me through
the darkest of nights. I understood that pain and loss were not meant to define me, but rather to
shape me into a person of compassion, strength, and empathy. I carried the lessons learned from
my journey, sharing them with others who sought solace and hope.
And so, my story continued, each chapter a testament to the intricate tapestry of life—the
intertwining threads of love and loss, of healing and growth. I knew that as long as I carried her
love within me, I would never be alone. And with every step forward, I embraced the uncertainty
of the future, knowing that the resilience of the human spirit would guide me through whatever
challenges lay ahead.
The end