Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you...
U2
I will never be twenty again, we will never have this night again. You will never look the same again and we will never laugh like this again. So carefree, so childlike. I will never wear this dress again and you won't say the same thing again. Things will change, and they should. We will become different people and we will grow. Together or apart.
I think love has little to do with not being able to live without each other,but with being able to live apart. I think love seeps into our souls, into our bones, in our blood. My body will recognise your touch. And yours, mine. I love your shoulders.
Its a holy, sacred thing.
It might sour, might fade, might turn nasty. It may hurt me and you. A lot of bad blood.We may tear each other apart.
It may on the other hand, never die. We may search and find everlasting devotion.Stumble upon it. The sort of love that shines through the wrinkles, the petty fights, the lonely times,the miles of laundry. We might be so lucky as to be our first and only love.
I don't know the ending, and I'm not sure of where we started on this path, but I DO know that with a journey as beautiful as this, its not the ending that matters. What matters is that I have you, and you have me. And this beautiful journey.
