On a winter afternoon, I watched this movie about two alcoholics who fell desperately in love but kept hurting each other over n over. Their love was poison and I couldn’t help but wonder, were we any different?
John Green writes, ” You can love someone so much, but can never love them as much as you miss them,” and now I want to call you and tell you how much I miss your croaked morning voice.
Leaving you wasn’t where the love ended but where the nostalgia began. That’s when I decided I was going to keep listening to, ‘Little Do You Know’ on loop, till either you come back or the purpose starts to wither away, whichever happens first.
I’ve been waiting for years but none of it has happened yet. You still remain an ache that I carry in my heart. I keep roaming about the corridors of our memories, the ones where we kissed and laughed and cried when our favorite characters die.
“I’ll wait, I’ll wait
I love you like you’ve never felt the pain
I’ll wait
I promise you don’t have to be afraid
I’ll wait
Love is here and here to stay
So lay your head on me’
This thing that we called love, where you promised to hold my hand every time I felt lonely and I swore I would be there whenever you needed me, was it just a poison of hope we gave each other? Or is it my optimism that keeps telling me that you do think of me whenever you look at the open sky? Maybe I should have stopped looking for an answer long ago. But curse my bleeding heart for Alex and Sierra sing:
‘ Cause Little do you know I
I love you ’til the sun dies ‘
