We are the night and day, my love—my darling. Our tides like the same sides of magnets. You reached to me as I fell into an angry sea, but our star-crossed touch reacted, and your hand erupted into flames. Then the battle to burn or drown began. Reflected in our eyes was the love and agony meant solely for us…We tried so hard, my love. The anger arose, you tried to let go as the flames lapped over my skin, but remember how you reached for me in the first place to save me from this malicious sea? My dear, we just weren’t meant to be, but I’ve never been one to abide by fate’s ways so let’s fall together, the moon and sun, and let our love be remembered by the cataclysmic black hole of two lovers who let go of the wrong things.
Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice.
Most people, if they stopped living for others, would not have a reason to live for themselves.