They kept going and going, and thought everything was perfect, but because they were so young, they didn't see, or perhaps purposefully ignored, the many mistakes that they made. But they worked through problems on and on until eventually they lost track of everything, and it didn't work anymore. They stopped talking.
A song asks "When love has died, what more is there to say?" That's quite a scary question, and the guy was terrified every night, and sleepless, at that thought.
A while later, after they'd thoroughly tasted the bitterness of loneliness, they realized, through the many painful days, that love hadn't died. And they realized that they were more in love with each other than ever.
Up until then they'd still been quite young, but at that moment, they grew up.
With adulthood came responsibilities and they were entirely too busy for anything, especially each other. Because they so loved each other, they sacrificed much for one another, and eventually it started backfiring.
So, they decided that nothing on earth is important, except for love, and for a while they focused their all and gave everything for a relationship and were quite literally the happiest two people on earth.
Then, suddenly, as quickly as they fell in love, things fell apart again, for a reason or another, and she came to him and said, "I can't do this anymore, love; let me go."
After a momentary silence, so melancholic, so dark and resonant, he spoke...
"You don't love me?"
"I can't. My life's moving on, and we aren't."
"If you... change your mind, and want to love me, come here... I'll be waiting. If you come, don't say anything. Just kiss me. If I kiss you, you'll know I'll have you back."
Thus the lovers parted ways.
One day, after the seasons had changed hundreds of times, when the boy had become an old man and his beard had hidden his well-aged face, as he was outside on his daily wait for a return of the one he loved--since he'd never lost hope, and since that love had never died--her ghost appeared to him.
Coming near him, he was at first in disbelief... He tried to say her name, but the words wouldn't come out.
The silence was deafening as She went to kiss him, and he let her, but she was now a ghost; he could not kiss her, could not feel those incomparable lips, could not for the world grasp her.
With a voice sounding like the whispering wind, she said "I lived my whole life pretending to be happy, and sometimes I was, but I never completely fooled myself. And every day was a struggle, to stay away from you, to not think of you. But with every breath came a thought of you, and with every desire came a longing for you."
They both were crying.
"I waited for you here, like I told you. Each day I sang 'When love has died, what more is there to say?' to see if our love had died. I always thought, after I'd sung it, 'My, how I love her!'"
"I miss you. God, I miss you," the ghost whispered.
They sat in the sunlight, in a light breeze, and cried. After much lamentation, they started singing...
"Far away... you seem so far away,
But it was only yesterday
That you were oh, so close to me...
So close, that every sigh
Was like the whisper of a lover's lullaby
The way the ocean meets the edges of the sky
As close as we could be...
But now, you're far away,
So far away you're like a distant star away
And even though your hands
Could touch me if they tried
When love has died, what more is there to say?"
-Adonis
{kwoo§hie}* said...
i can't tell what's truth and what's fiction with you anymore.
you bring on such a lovesad mood sometimes. not that it's not around.
as a writing this has potential. take it to another level.
-cuz.