Living forever...
it's a curse.
You see,
it's impossible to live forever
and not fall in love.
But in living forever,
it's also impossible
not to watch the ones that you love
as they grow old
(or maybe not so old)
and die.
Sometimes they in his arms;
sometimes it's all his fault
(oh, who's he kidding...it's always his fault);
sometimes they're in unbearable pain;
and sometimes they're old and can't even remember his name.
Each and every time
he promises that he'll remember them forever
(they'll never be just a blip in time)
and then, quietly, and to himself,
he says, "I'll never fall in love again—not like this."
But most people can't live a lifetime without loving;
so how can he live life after life without loving more than once?
And despite
all of his very best interests
(for himself and for others)
he falls in love
over and over again.
Sometimes it's truly, madly and deeply;
sometimes it's physical with a dash of emotion on the side;
sometimes it's like getting punched in the stomach, over and over again;
sometimes it's everything that Jack's ever wanted and everything that Jack's ever needed.
Sometimes it's something
and sometimes it's something else.
It's never the same, falling in love.
Each and every time, however,
it's absolutely wonderful when it lasts
and fucking painful when it ends.
It's all worth it until it's not.
Jack doesn't want to die.
But living forever...
loving forever...
it's a curse.