Each word I've inked beareth a clue, and every silence speaketh more than sound. I ne’er said, “I hath arrived,” for the path was never about reaching, but ever about seeking. Yet thrice did I stand, heart bared and voice sure, making bold declarations of love, not as endings, but as echoes of a deeper search. Hidden still within these lines is the quiet trace of a pursuit... a gentle uncovering of thee. Should thy heart stir with wonder, ask and I shall guide thee. Just know this: the answer sleepeth in the final declaration… if thou listen close enough.