a lasting love.

a boisterous thunderstorm is raging and

we’re cuddling with the dog and watching

a movie about football and getting better

and the thunder is loud but the sound of

your tempered heartbeat is louder and

even though I can’t read your mind I know

that you’re thinking that our love is like

a well-written film full of laughter and

happy accidents and maybe a bit of sex

because we live the purest happiness that

I have ever had the privilege of living and

maybe just maybe it’s meant to last and

maybe, maybe that’s the whole point of

living is to create something that lasts in

a world where nothing lasts except for

embarrassing photos on the internet and

a constant onslaught of bad news since

one day we’ll die and we’ll be dead and

they’ll bury us in the ground because we

will feed the trees and one day feel the

warmth of the sun on the leaves and

even though we’re dead and we won’t be

able to see or speak to each other I would

like to think that our love will fill that tree

and it will live as long as this life allows.

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