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ERIC RALEIGH   |   AESTHETIC   *   AARIC                LOSS IN THIS LIFE   /   HOPE IN THE NEXT

though eric and aaron would never know it, the song that would become   theirs   had been with them from the start. on their first date, seated outside of a small cafe, the moody tones could be heard playing low through outdoor speakers. through catching up,   nervous   smiles, and hardy laughter, not a single note was heard, but it was there nonetheless. 

months later, with a new job on the horizon,   DC traffic   was braved on the way to the airport, gridlock leaving   just enough time   for emotions to settle and for one of the two men to foolishly let a tear fall. it wasn’t a   sad   occasion, but the miles would without a doubt be felt            they both knew as much, and so the display of sorrow went unmentioned, altogether ignored save for fingers   lacing a little tighter   where they laid entwined on the center console.

the car not moving meant that no breeze was flowing in through open windows, and although the late summer heat was nice, it was best taken in small doses. with the press of a button   windows   came to close, another press found   AC   turning on, and yet another would cause the   radio   to spring to life. as one song came to an end, another began, and by the time the second verse began   ;   they both knew.      

the song was a promises ;   in fact, it was a multitude of different promises                a promise to never hold each other back. a promise to live life to the fullest. a promise to see all that could be seen in the short span that life allowed. but most of all, it was a promise to   come home   when all was said and done. their   belonging   to one another wasn’t a case of   possessiveness   , it was just a fact. birds belonged in the sky, fish in water, and eric and aaron   belonged to each other   . it had been that way since their souls were created, and would remain a fact until the universe blinked out of existence.

𝚂𝚎𝚎    𝚝𝚑𝚎      𝚙𝚢𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜  𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑  𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚞𝚗   𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚎 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝   𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛,  𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞          𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐          𝚝𝚘      𝚖𝚎.

𝚂𝚎𝚎       𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍    𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚍    𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝙱𝚞𝚝        𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞     𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐        𝚝𝚘             𝚖𝚎.

𝙸'𝚕𝚕     𝚋𝚎         𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕  𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘---𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎