Dec 2015
One of my most vivid memories of us is that one time we were on the phone and you told me you felt uneasy because, your friend Morgan said that everyone changes.
She said no one ever stays the same, and with enough time, you'll become a whole new person.
You said this to me warily, I guess I stood quiet for more than I should've because you then softly muttered "are you gonna change?"
Of course I swore I wouldn't. And I meant it. I really meant it when I said I wouldn't change. WE wouldn't. It'd always be like this.
Late night talks on the phone, exploring the universe within our own minds, opening every door and walking in every aisle inside each other, carefully peeking into the cracks in the walls and kissing them better.
That night you said that you loved me so much, you felt the need to open the window and shout it at the whole world. You wanted all Paris to hear it.
If it was true love, how could it change?
Laying against you in bed felt right. Like we had grooves and keys carved into our bodies that aligned us together perfectly, like it was supposed to be like this.
It felt like we were the lucky ones. The lucky two that, against all the odds, found each other in the sea of hearts of the world.
But the years went by as they do
And slowly the fire started to cool down
We memorized the way in and out of the labyrinth of our bodies.
Weirdly, the grooves and keys that snuggled us so closely together before, didn't seem to fit all that well anymore.
We didn't realize that time had put new cracks on our walls.
Some doors were closed and others were opened. I guess We were lazy to remap the whole thing, or maybe we didn't even notice.
But we kept walking the same way in and out every time. It grew... Tideous.
Without me realizing, you stopped shouting your love for me to Paris.
And When I turned my head and looked behind, it seemed like it was just a faint whisper.
After that, all I could hear was the echo.
To be honest, I was mad for a long time. Thinking that you let everything die. That our hands didn't fit together like they used to because you didn't care to make it right.
But Lately I'm thinking that, it's not that you didn't care. It's not that I did something wrong. It's surely not a matter of true love, because it was.
No, we didn't let it die
We just... changed.
I guess Morgan was right.
She said no one ever stays the same, and with enough time, you'll become a whole new person.
You said this to me warily, I guess I stood quiet for more than I should've because you then softly muttered "are you gonna change?"
Of course I swore I wouldn't. And I meant it. I really meant it when I said I wouldn't change. WE wouldn't. It'd always be like this.
Late night talks on the phone, exploring the universe within our own minds, opening every door and walking in every aisle inside each other, carefully peeking into the cracks in the walls and kissing them better.
That night you said that you loved me so much, you felt the need to open the window and shout it at the whole world. You wanted all Paris to hear it.
If it was true love, how could it change?
Laying against you in bed felt right. Like we had grooves and keys carved into our bodies that aligned us together perfectly, like it was supposed to be like this.
It felt like we were the lucky ones. The lucky two that, against all the odds, found each other in the sea of hearts of the world.
But the years went by as they do
And slowly the fire started to cool down
We memorized the way in and out of the labyrinth of our bodies.
Weirdly, the grooves and keys that snuggled us so closely together before, didn't seem to fit all that well anymore.
We didn't realize that time had put new cracks on our walls.
Some doors were closed and others were opened. I guess We were lazy to remap the whole thing, or maybe we didn't even notice.
But we kept walking the same way in and out every time. It grew... Tideous.
Without me realizing, you stopped shouting your love for me to Paris.
And When I turned my head and looked behind, it seemed like it was just a faint whisper.
After that, all I could hear was the echo.
To be honest, I was mad for a long time. Thinking that you let everything die. That our hands didn't fit together like they used to because you didn't care to make it right.
But Lately I'm thinking that, it's not that you didn't care. It's not that I did something wrong. It's surely not a matter of true love, because it was.
No, we didn't let it die
We just... changed.
I guess Morgan was right.
