Is it love between us, this thing, this emotion, that brings us again and again together? At every crossroad, at every other moment? Is it really love that pulls us in this mysterious way, especially when we have given up on us, have thought that we have moved on, no more holding on to our pasts, our life together becoming mere memories that can only be felt but never be touched.
Or is it lust? This primal hunger force that pushes us towards each other, wild and untamed, making us give up every shred of decency that there is, sparkling every inch of our bodies, igniting every fabric of our thoughts, fueling every part of our imagination, giving into the temptation, not caring for anything else, or anyone.
What is it, love or lust? Tell me. Please, tell me.
Because I’m breaking down. I’m being torn apart. One part of me giving you up because we can’t be together, in this life at least. The other part doesn’t care for the future, doesn’t care what it means to be together forever, because this part lives in the present, in now, in this moment, in this second, celebrating us and only us, giving a damn to every other thing that there is, caring only for the present, because that’s what it knows, that’s what it understands.
And I know, that I will live every second with you, like if it is a lifetime, every moment a life in itself. But what after that? When the flames have extinguished, when the moon has set, when the dawn has come knocking at our door, and when you have left me, leaving me alone in the wake of your memories, what then?
Answer me this please, because I’m breaking down, in your hope, in your wake, in your love, and in your faith.
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