I feel like there's an explosion just waiting to happen, and we're caught in the middle of it. Pain is assured, but I can't disengage. I can't let go. I can't let you go.
I don't want to. I want to be heartbroken because then I'll know that what I feel for you is real; that this whole thing wasn't just some fever dream.
If I could wake you every morning with a quiet kiss and a soft touch, I would.
If I could tell you I love you as the clock chimes the hours every day, I would.
If I could fall asleep next to you with arms around you every night, I would.
If I could wake in the middle of the night and check that you're breathing, check that you're still alive and here with me, I would.
I'd quietly marvel at your beauty and silently pray for you, to a god that I don't even know exists. I'd run my fingers over your face and preserve your memory, to think about when that day comes and you'll be gone from me.
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