Do you remember, that far before we arrived here the other space of our soul was of waters. We are returning to waters to decend from the castles we built in the skies. 

There, in the horizon of pink flowing snow, the two were one and inevitably always cast in that way. There was no other in that way, but simplicity in the octaves of their upper hearts in a state we shall consider pre-chakras as the bodies were not as we know. 

When I close my eyes, I can feel you still, swimming behind me to whisper a special sweetness for only my soul. When you sparked this journey to exploring consciousness, of course, I followed. If not this, what was? All of those dimensional existences, all of ours has taught me something that I wouldn't have known otherwise. I am. It isn’t because of you. It isn’t only for you. I am. When I was We, it was closeness that was chosen. After all of this I know that I would always choose you, even when you don't choose me. Now, however, I have found that it's not creating me but embracing me. Choice is singularly mine. I choose you. That isn't binding, which means that I can be whole even without you. Choice is wholeness, and I finally understand that I have always been whole. 

One day when the water's overflow, all will understand choice. Butterflies, however, will have already received the new assignment. The octaves are changing and the wings will soon be dry. This butterfly becomes the new dragon forged as a pheonix from the thousands of deaths before to fight for truth and burn away the illusion of "life" and what it must be.

All the parts that have been cut away become the parts that tell you this wholeness isn't really true. To believe that someone has chosen to love you freely, even if it is in separation, cannot be truth. I am. I know the truth, and I love you fully within me and as it appears will not change that.