Your eyes are twinkling in the lamppost light. Radiant, crystal blue. You and I are walking silently down the street. But it's a sweet sort of silence, where we are content being in the snow in a peaceful place with the other warmly walking at our side. We see the snow sprinkle gently from the heavens… or, wherever perfection comes from, and smile. Our rosy cheeks are turning redder as we continue walking. Sweet silence. That's all we need right now. The patch of our own world coming to life in public. It's not every day someone gets to be with someone they care for so deeply in a place that could match home in its amount of comfort.
You feel new, like a Christmas present. Because you are one, you were the day I met you face to face. Us together. Perfect stranger. Home is where the heart is, heart is where the home is would be more fitting, different than what we know, but fitting. Since our hearts travel everywhere out homes do. Not just one place holding us away from the world that we've walked hundreds of times without having to rest.
We stroll back to our temporary home, just the one we have planted here. Our permanent rest is coming soon, we are trying so hard to make it last longer. I've known you forever it seems. And I love that we are the only two that really stuck together out of the select people we used to know. I miss them, but you're the only one I need.
Shooed home by the wind whisking us forward, we tumble through the door, almost to the floor, and we manage on our weak, over-used legs to get into our bedroom for one last slumber. One last night. I will never and have never seen any beauty like you in my life. The blonde hair, the blues eyes, the perfect lover. The perfect redundancies that are "love".
But it could be anything. And all I know is that you mean everything.
Not even in death do us part. You pinky promised me that when we were young kids, soaking in ignorance, that apparently is bliss.
One last kiss.
We lay our heads gently on the pillows we have next to the others' and we look at each other one last time. We know it's over tonight. Both of us. Our candles will burn out. We did good things while our existence was real. While every little detail was perfected to the point that we were so used to being disappointed most of these times, that we got used to having perfection in our own way. You hear the tragedies, you cry, you get over it. But you never forget.
I'm always next to you, even when we're asleep.
And now, I always will be, because forever can't separate us.
Goodnight, and good bye, my darling.
With love…
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The hearts are slowing, the wind was blowing
But now it must stop
Because one last tear will drop.
For the lovers that made it all the way from the beginning to the end road that was their lives.
They broke their own hearts, but not in a saddening way.
Both of their hearts were over filling with love until they cracked; Capacity out done. Too full.
Time to say sweet dreams, I'll see you soon.
The End…
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Wow, hard to believe that I wrote that… But I dunno, I'm actually proud of this. The "My only Sin" thing was okay too, I guess… And agh… no one likes "Love Letter" I was really thinking that that one would be liked maybe more than all the other ones I have, because they are short, sweet, and to the point.
Whatever just enjoy this please, whoever does…