Forever.. He doesn't believe in the weird idea of forever nor would he ever make you believe anything otherwise
He wouldn't gift you roses with the assurance that the petals would never wither nor would he show you a sunrise with a lie that the sun would never set
He would rather tell you that the roses would wither some day but the smell of his hands would never escape the dried petals and he'd hold your hand and dance all through the evening like the next morning would never ever arrive
He would make you a cup of coffee every time it rains while you sit by the windowpane, enjoying the raindrops rolling down the glass and he'd hold you firm and kiss you deep like it is the last drizzle of the year so that he could fill your lungs with the smell of petrichor
Forever.. He doesn't believe in the weird idea of forever because he constantly lives with the fear that he's running out of moments. Moments to see your gorgeous smile. Moments to drown into your ocean like eyes. Moments to taste heaven on your lips. Moments to hold your hand in public. Moments to sleep on the moonlit terrace and see the nightsky or moments to sit by you and see the rain falling on the windowpane and hence, he lives each and every moment that he gets with you so he could buid houses of memories in your city of nostalgia.. Houses that would never weaken nor colapse with the onslaught of time