For star crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet, a suicide following a suicide made sense. Neither one would have to continue on suffering over the loss of the other. For me, its hard to think of suicide as an option, I have family and I would only be transferring over this pain to them. Me and her were like ships passing in the night, always just missing each other.
In our youth I told her of my love for her, all at once and over the phone, she ran away from it. I have grown since then to be a man who knew how to be alone, one who actually preferred to be alone. With mantras like, “Don’t invest in people, they are unknown variables and unpredictable, invest in self, and in your future, a paycheck is always guaranteed.”
We reconnected as adults, she had been hurt by the world deeply, while I was calloused by it. Such a sensitive soul, not meant for this world. We fell in love, but I had failed to let down the walls that I used to keep the outside world at bay. So I pushed her away, I fought with her over stupid ideologies, and I didn’t value what it was that I had found in her. Never the less she had began to feel happiness again, with me.
I don’t want our love story to be one of tragedy, and I am not guaranteed to be with her in death. So I look towards time travel as a possibility, as realistic as it may seem. I can’t bare to let our love story be one of tragedy.
In our youth I told her of my love for her, all at once and over the phone, she ran away from it. I have grown since then to be a man who knew how to be alone, one who actually preferred to be alone. With mantras like, “Don’t invest in people, they are unknown variables and unpredictable, invest in self, and in your future, a paycheck is always guaranteed.”
We reconnected as adults, she had been hurt by the world deeply, while I was calloused by it. Such a sensitive soul, not meant for this world. We fell in love, but I had failed to let down the walls that I used to keep the outside world at bay. So I pushed her away, I fought with her over stupid ideologies, and I didn’t value what it was that I had found in her. Never the less she had began to feel happiness again, with me.
I don’t want our love story to be one of tragedy, and I am not guaranteed to be with her in death. So I look towards time travel as a possibility, as realistic as it may seem. I can’t bare to let our love story be one of tragedy.