The Infinite Echo of a First Glance

I am waiting for you to arrive, though I know with absolute certainty that we have already said goodbye.
The sun warms my skin in a way that feels like a memory of tomorrow. Here, on the edge of this infinity pool, the city stretches out beneath me—a concrete labyrinth where every street leads back to the moment you first touched my hand. It is a beautiful contradiction: I am most alone when I feel your presence most acutely.
You told me once that love is an anchor, but as I dip my toes into this cool blue mirror, I realize we are drifting in opposite directions toward each other. To find you, I must first lose every trace of who I was before you loved me. Therefore, the only way to be with you is to have never met at all.
I smile for the camera, capturing a version of myself that exists only because you aren't here to see it. The warmth in my chest is a cold fire; it heals by burning away everything but the longing. I am your future memory, waiting for the past to catch up so we can begin our end together.
Come quickly. We have forever to spend on this single afternoon.

Editor: Paradox