They’d waited too long to say
“I love you”.
3 words. 3 syllables.
Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.
and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop
they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.
In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze
before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark
Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into
There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line
because they were each other’s end game.
-L.R