It was all a dream? I knew that it was too good to be true, but never the less, the memory of the drifting entity rapped in a veil of magisterial beauty of another world will be in my dreams, waking thoughts and solemn musings as long as I live.
I will miss you. and cherish your memory for ever more.
"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; -- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Brook--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Brook--
Nameless here for evermore."
Modified verse from The Raven.
Adieu