For your darkest night.

Your thought process is moving in circles. You've advocated both sides of the case, like the thorough critic that you are and you've made some long-term decisions, you hope you an stick to them,
You know that the coming months are going to be cold and morose don't you?

You stand at the cross path, checking and double checking your decision, trying to figure out a loophole, a way out of the mess, an escape route, but there is none. The inevitable is coming for you and you need to steady yourself.  You wait, take a deep breath and plunge yourself in the depth of the unknown.
Depth, my dear, of all kinds.
Depths that humans are afraid of and only few brave.
I hope you believe in yourself till the very end. We need to hear from someone who's made it through.
I'll hold up my drink to you, to your courage, your fears and everything else that lies inside your kingdom of becoming.
Every night I will say my prayers and I will wish for you to make it through. You will be in the back of my head every time I talk or preach of bravery.
You will be the sole flame I will claim to have witnessed, a flame so pure that even the tides of time could not extinguish it. I will live with the knowledge that I have observed divinity, shared a meal with it, laughed with it and lived with it.
Your fire will live on with me.
Your fire will live on in me.
Your fire,my lovely, will live on through me.
Godspeed.