i find love transcending lifetimes so fascinating. usually, there are no constants in this life and that's why happy moments need to be treasured and held sacred, especially relationships. but, imagine for a second that you are able to defy death. you live and you live. what would you even be able to do then? what use is a story without a pre-written ending?
surely, at that point, even people who have dried your tears and promised you forever with gold intertwined between their fingers will get bored of you eventually. nothing is constant after all. not even love. not even them.
but what if that's wrong? what if despite the innumerable obstacles life throws your way, despite how your eyes no longer hold that same spark that attracted them to you in the first place, despite how unrecognizable you are now even to yourself as a creature forged from fire and spittle, they still love you.
they still hold your hand. they still brush your hair as if it's spun from gold and braid it into intricate patterns. they still look at you as if you hold all the secrets in the universe and that it's a miracle they're even standing so close.
no matter what lifetime you're on and no matter which iteration of yourself you are now, they'll still stay because each hellish experience was worth it to spend even a few moments with you.
and isn't that a funny thought?
