♥Vows In Eternity | A Short Story

 

Vows In Eternity

I have always believed that some love is too vast for a single lifetime, that certain hearts, once they recognize each other, will seek one another across the expanse of time, through the shifting shadows of existence, through every fold of memory and dream. Ours is that kind of love-not the kind defined by circumstance or fleeting passion, but the kind that endures, that chooses, that promises, again and again, without end.

I made a vow once. Perhaps it was a quiet one, whispered beneath the muted light of a dying sun, a promise not to be bound by the limits of flesh and time but to remain faithful in all the ways that matter. I do not know if vows carry weight across centuries, but I feel it in the quiet corners of my heart: the truth that devotion, when absolute, transcends the ticking of clocks and the fading of memory.

When our bodies fail, when the years steal the strength and softness we once took for granted, I will still find you. Not in grand gestures, not in the world as it exists to others, but in the folds of time, in the hum of the stars that stretch endlessly above us, in the quiet breath that lingers between dusk and dawn.

I will find you in the echo of your laugh, the curve of your hand, the subtle inclinations that mark your presence even when your face is gone from the world. And when I do, I will remember that love, the kind that is chosen with intention and care, does not fade. It only transforms.

I will love you beyond endings. Beyond the trembling of the earth, beyond the quiet stillness of graves, beyond the inevitable closing of eyes and the fading of days. Every moment we have shared, every glance, every touch, every silent understanding, has been a thread in a tapestry that stretches beyond mortality.

It is not the immediacy of passion that sustains this love, nor the urgency of desire. It is devotion; the quiet, persistent choice to be present, to honor, to remain faithful even when the world shifts beneath our feet.

I have thought often of eternity. Some fear it; others fail to imagine it. I do not. I have seen glimpses in the gentle alignment of hearts, in the slow unfolding of trust, in the understanding that even when distance separates us, even when absence presses against the edges of our connection, the core remains unbroken.

Because love is not bound by circumstance. It is not measured by presence or proximity. It is measured by fidelity of heart, by the willingness to return, again and again, to the same soul, across every obstacle, every breath, every passing day.

There are nights when I feel the weight of this promise most acutely. When I watch the stars drift silently across the sky, I imagine you somewhere beneath the same constellations, breathing, thinking, existing in parallel with me. I imagine the universe bending gently to reunite us, not as a matter of fate, but as a reflection of choice.

For love, true love, is always a choice. It is not a convenience or a happenstance. It is deliberate, unwavering, resolute. And in the quiet of these nights, I reaffirm my vow: to love you beyond all limits, to honor the bond we share, to remain faithful in every form possible, whether flesh, memory, or spirit.

When the years have taken everything we can bear, when our bodies have softened and the world has changed beyond recognition, I will still find the essence of you in the spaces between moments. In the way the wind moves through trees, in the subtle rhythm of a familiar song, in the memory of warmth that cannot fade because it has been etched into my very being.

I will hold it all. I will carry it all. I will hold you, even if the world forgets our names, even if time itself falters in remembrance.

And when time forgets us, when the sun no longer rises for us, when the streets we once walked have crumbled into memory, my vow will remain. It will be a whisper carried through the dark, a quiet pulse that refuses to be silenced. A promise unbroken. A love that will not die.

Because this is the nature of devotion. It does not end. It does not falter. It is eternal in every way that matters.

I will meet you again. I have no doubt. Across every incarnation, every life, every fleeting moment that may exist between beginnings and endings, I will return. I will recognize you. And you will recognize me. Not in the urgency of discovery, not in the untested passion of youth, but in the quiet understanding of two souls who have already promised themselves to each other, who know the weight and depth of what they carry.

And in that recognition, we will continue where we left off. Not starting anew, but resuming the continuum of devotion we began long before we even understood the breadth of love.

Love is infinite. Devotion is infinite. Choice is infinite. And when all else falls away, when our bodies fail and the world turns to shadow, the essence of us, the connection we have built, will remain. I will carry it, I will honor it, I will love you beyond the constraints of what is visible, what is tangible, what is known.

Because love, true love, chosen love, does not end. It only changes form. It persists across all the variables of existence, across the silence of centuries, across the vast expanse of eternity itself.

And so I vow, as I have vowed in every whispered breath, in every quiet heartbeat, in every longing glance: to find you. To love you. To remain faithful, unwavering, devoted. Beyond endings. Beyond time. Beyond all that can be measured or understood.

This vow is ours. It is eternal. It is unbroken.

And it will remain, always.

I write about love the way it’s actually felt; messy, aching, unforgettable. If this story resonated, All The Ways We Ruined Us explores that same emotional terrain in full.
Available here: All The Ways We Ruined Us

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