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“love is impossible” is something hard realists would say. it's the pillar that extremists hold on to, be it that they've never experienced love or that they've known a kind of love that is irreplaceable. “love is impossible and it goes on despite the impossible.”

interesting how, instead of the “but” conjunction, limón uses “and” paired with “despite.” it goes to show that it can be true in both ways; love can be impossible on one hand, and still persist or even morph into something that wrings out the impossible and submerges it into could-bes, would-bes, and must-bes. to love despite all the odds stacked up right in front of you.

“you're the muscle i cut from the bone and still the bone remembers, still it wants.”

thus, despite the impossible, with the knowledge that it still goes on, love yearns. like how the bone has always known the muscle, love has always had the strength to persevere. like how the bone has grown in and is surrounded by the warmth and company of the muscle, love has always seen the light of hope and tasted the sweetness of surrender.

“you're the muscle i cut from the bone and still the bone remembers, still it wants.”

like how the bone still remembers the muscle despite its absence, love still endures the long winter despite the harsh temperature and severe hunger for spring. like how the bone has always existed with the muscle and continues to keep its memory in its marrow, henry james continues to remember and yearn and hold and love — because that's what he has known his whole life.

they knew how their cards would play once they laid them down. they knew how the world would look up as they aligned the stars in amazement—awestruck at how something so celestial can be perceived from earth. they knew how the music would sound so heavenly once they finished composing the piece, each note enchantingly following the other in a graceful dance of serendipity.

all that was left was for shion and ethan to roll their dice and decide for themselves which road to go down to.

the universe set up the scene, and all that was left for the actors to play out onstage. the space was carved out for them, and it was up to them on how they would fill it up with their beings. something greater than us laid down a blank canvas and gave them paint, leaving it all up to them to color the canvas however they like.