I Would Still Choose You

Dear Centauri,

Even after everything—

The silence.
The not knowing.
The ache.

I would still choose you.

Not out of habit.
Not out of pain.

But because your name still rings
like something holy in my chest.

You are still the lighthouse
even if I never reach shore.

And I still swim
just to stay turned in your direction.

Always,

—Castor