**We were here, right in this place.
I remember now. Right here.
I remember love. Harsh, heavy and ever-growing,
And we didn't even try to stop it. We couldn't.
This was love, so much a force that even spelling or speaking it's name would destroy plains to make its way back to us.
Love, with flight like butterflies; beautiful, and ripping oceans from a world away.
And beautiful, making no mistakes by prefixing your name, follows you.
Beautiful being so much of you that every doorway you walk through becomes so. I look at you with one eye closed, in case this is a dream in which every sidewalk, every pedal, every wall... becomes you. Every time your stare traces the astros, every star and every moon becomes yours. I remember now. I remember why I jump into the sky every waking moment. I remember why falling was only love. I know now. I'll never forget why my eyes can stand to open. I remember why I have a heart at all. Not to live, but to remember you. To never forget you. For you to tear apart and perfectly place back together. For you.**
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
**We were here, right in this place.
I remember now. Right here.
I remember love. Harsh, heavy and ever-growing,
And we didn't even try to stop it. We couldn't.
This was love, so much a force that even spelling or speaking it's name would destroy plains to make its way back to us.
Love, with flight like butterflies; beautiful, and ripping oceans from a world away.
And beautiful, making no mistakes by prefixing your name, follows you.
Beautiful being so much of you that every doorway you walk through becomes so. I look at you with one eye closed, in case this is a dream in which every sidewalk, every pedal, every wall... becomes you. Every time your stare traces the astros, every star and every moon becomes yours. I remember now. I remember why I jump into the sky every waking moment. I remember why falling was only love. I know now. I'll never forget why my eyes can stand to open. I remember why I have a heart at all. Not to live, but to remember you. To never forget you. For you to tear apart and perfectly place back together. For you.**
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."