An Ideal Day To Fall In Love

Me: The idea of us being in love as much as it terrifies me, sometimes when you touch me I can't help but shiver.

When a spark or two that goes down my spine, I've always wondered when I'm glancing down from the shallow depths of intimacy. What could have been if we were written on these pages?”

Him: Ideally, we could go back in time and transfigure our first known scars. We could fall in love at this moment. We could love and not break into intangible sequences of our past. We could dwell onto roads that never end and never look back at the turning of this reality.”

Me: Well, reality.

What a ride has it been to turn my heartaches into skeletons. To turn to the search of a quenchable love in times of despair was indeed naive of me.

Him: Our bodies know no bounds of fiction. We touch heaven in the form of flesh on earth; to remind us that we're still alive and as immortal as time is, we go down someday with an ephemeral sunset.

 

Me: But wouldn't it be lovely to just lie here with you and forget about the transience of time.

Him: Let's do it.

Let's fall in love and call it a day. And tomorrow we part, tomorrow we forget. Tomorrow we end this chapter and return to the ticking clocks of our reality.