You speak of things I do not know like “time” and “loss” and “fair.” You cannot judge my life by yours. To do so means despair. My time was then and yours is still and for that I don’t grieve. It seems appropriate and right to take what Life did weave. As for loss, I felt it some but did not dwell upon it. I’d rather think of what’s to come– Have faith that I will want it! I do know fair though not like you. Fairness is intention. Your love was right and true, thus fair, without guile or pretension. So if you judge my life, my friend, make sure you do it rightly. Like yours, my love was right and true, so hold it to you tightly.