Note: Before you read this keep in mind I been working with Shakespeare and you can kind of tell... also I'm sorry it's kind of short...I haven't been able to write anything long lately...also it's kind of Out of Character! SORRY! Hope you like it though!
What Doesn't Tear us Apart Only Makes us Stronger
We have grown inseparable. My life revolves around him and vice-versa. We are incomplete, just a half of a whole when apart. When left by ones self, you become nothing more than flesh and bones, a body with the wrong heart and soul. It's not that I wish to trade for my own, I am much happier with his. Before he leaves me alone he says "It only makes our love stronger." He says, "I will love you forever and always" and to which I reply "I will love you forever and eternity." But what is forever? Will our love grow stronger after death? When our bodies have withered away, will our love still be? Will our love withstand all the trails and tribulations of live? When conversing with him his expression becomes that not of a concerned, heart broken man, but that of a brave, gentle, loving soldier. "Love, there is nothing nor will there ever be, anything to tear us apart." My self-assurance within only grows stronger with every hypocorism and term of endearment. I am reinsured that our love will be forever.