My best friend is this shovel and the hole we created together. I don't know why I have a shovel in the dining room, or why I would dig a hole here, but I did and the reason doesn't matter. All that matters is this hole. Stealing all of the attention, because when I go, I want to go in front of viewers. Not because I want to be noticed, but because this shovel and I want to prove that love is a terrific thing. I'm going to scream love into this hole of ours and jump in after it. Did you see that? Of course you didn't because there was nothing there, this is only my excuse to jump, I just don't want you to think any less of me. This man was bested by a four letter word. But, as always, it really is a pleasure to have my heart broken by you. Eventually you and everyone else will forget about me and how I jumped. Eventually everyone will just wonder where this hole came from, and who's shovel has been sitting here. They'll wonder where it leads to, leaning in closer, until they feel their own heart break and suddenly they'll wish they had never found this hole, and beg to do anything to forget that they did. And they will, until someone builds a well, because wells are happy and beautiful, and there's no way that anyone could be sad about that. Undoubtedly, your  beautiful self will stumble upon this well and you, like others, will throw your coins and make your wishes and find that every word you speak about the things you dream of, come true. Even from the bottom of this void, I will always give you the things you want. You'll find me pushing up flowers to guard every step you take. I think even your foot steps are beautiful and this way others will know it too. You'll find earthquakes every where you smile, because I plan on ripping my heart from my chest down here, but it surely won't change the way it beats when you smile. My god, I love when you do that. You'll find you're always safest here, because everyone's afraid of the way this place feels, but not you, and certainly not me. I think you'd maybe stay here for a while because anywhere is where I'll always love you, but here is where I am, and I'll always love you. From the center of the earth, I will always love you.

We don't kiss because someone taught us that two people in love are supposed to kiss. We kiss because there are moments that I see you and you see me and our lips are our only way of communicating, but the things we feel have no words, and maybe we think that putting them together is the best fix. Honestly, I don't care. Neither do you. Because I love you, and I know I use those words a lot, but if you only understood how much of my day is consumed with that exact thought, and kissing you.. Well, that's just the best **** thing I've ever felt.
                                                
I know a spot with a wall where the sunset lines the horizon perfectly. There'll be a silhouetted picture of us for the rest of our lives. Reminding us that we've always loved each other. So much, we watched the sun die with your hand in my hand.