Some lack the decency to love others. The connection between humans
-people-
has become much too weak, while the judgment and disregard of stranger has become much too strong. Our guards up, noses down, and business to our own. However when the negatives this world contains are taken into consideration, it mustn't be all that bad to love first of all.
Before you

Judge
Demean
Hate
Neglect
other human beings

Love first of all

I remember how I felt when you grabbed my hand in outer space.

I’m scared of outer space unless your hand is in mine.

You took me to the moon, that’s where we sat and gazed upon the stars.

You took me to the sun where you kissed my forehead and told me everything was ok.

I'm scared of space but it’s ok because you were there.

And the shooting star we danced on, that was the same one that I wished upon.

I wished you loved me.

Because outer space is really my head, your Love was merely a daydream.

Beautiful is not a word to be tossed around lightly.
-That's why I use it so often-

Has there ever been a person that you’ve met, loved, and lost all in just a couple of hours?
It may sound weird,  but it happens.

He spoke the first word
I spoke the last.

His eyes cut through to the center of my soul. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he knew that what I wanted was for him to talk to me.
Like he knew before I did.

It really is strange to think about, how I don’t know where he is, nor do I have proof that he exists.
He does.
He exists to me like the inevitability of death.
Just as dark, just as strange.

I often think about him, thinking about me.
I really don’t know though, if I ever cross his mind.
I guess that is why it is so strange to me, that we see the same moon, live similar lives, but we may never see each other again.

He spoke the first word
I spoke the last.



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And to think, I could’ve changed that.
I could’ve I could’ve asked him for some way to continue our conversations.
To allow us to grow closer.

But I didn’t.

I spoke the last word.

I watched him leave the room.

I watched him exit my life.

I wonder how my life would’ve changed,
If he uttered the first word,
And the last had yet to be spoken.