These buds are already ageing, these nights already long…. For how long will we be together? Until our hearts stop beating? Until you leave me…again? Just sitting with you, the looks you pass to me, the slightest touches leaving me breathless. Choking for air you leave me gasping every time, and yet I still want to be with you forever. I want you to continue plaguing me with yourself, tearing through me like a gnarling, slashing beast, tearing through me with your love.
I want you to continue holding me, growing old, wrinkly smiles, old hands.
I'll see you at night, lying in our bed together. The moonlight sliver creeping onto you like a deadly malevolence massacre, highlighting your gorgeous features, outlining your body- so delicious. And I'll whisper your name, every time, "Sora," and you'll stir, restless without me. I'll smirk, crawling in beside you and we waste the night away with our shallow breaths and warm comforts.
"To
love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one
suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love
is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be
happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore,
to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too
much happiness."
- Woody Allen
