I never liked endings. In movies I never watched the ending, it gave me hope on what could be, the good that would have happened. And so, if we were in a movie, there would be no ending, but again, an end is inevitable, because in the end someone goes and someone is left behind, someone begged for death and someone wished they could live. But love, it doesn’t have an end, it remains alive in memory and in books. If death came and forever took you away, I’d curse the moon and stars for having you, try to find you even if I know that you have now floated away from me, I might sit and smile and laugh with others but there would be a void, a void so dark and huge I fear it might engulf me.
When I say I love you, it feels small, love is sacrifice, love is pain, love is longing and love is memory. When I consider it I can’t think of a reason for us to be apart but if all stars collide, who are we. Im a child who got new toys when I’m with you, or a homeless who found a home, or deer who escaped a lion, or a starved who found something special.
If I ever had to choose between you and anything else, it would be you, a thousand and million times. You’re a knife I am willing to hold close to my heart. I don’t want an ending, I want us to be forever alive, to forever exist, to be present,- together.