"Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch.
Out of focus, eye to eye, 'till gravity's too much."
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Thank you all once again for trusting the process with me.
I am in love with this piece. A Red concept brought to life.
They feel, they know. Yet confessing makes it real. Something to act upon. But as long as they are silent they get to stretch the unspoken truth between them. Both an abyss and a bridge to cross through. A bright light they both choose not to look at, and neither the perfectly shaped shadow of their bodies standing so close they look like one. Light butterfly touches that need no justification. Sharing warmth, and gazes, secretive smiles under the wing of the autumn, where the decay and decadence of perishable life feels a lot too much like a foreshadowing of their untold story.
- Don't. You're either apologizing again or saying something you'll regret tomorrow. So don't. Just because you say you're sorry everytime, it doesn't mean it hurts any less
- I don't deserve you
- You don't. And you make sure to remind me that eveytime you get on that damn train and leave me over and over
- I'm sorry
- I told you to quit it already. We both know you are but there's nothing much we can do it, is there? You're going back to your big dream city in the morning and this will be over once again. And then you'll come back again next year and I'll be stupid enough to forget how much it hurts me everytime you leave because it just feels so good when you come back. And I care about you way too much to ask you to stay because I know it would break you just as much as leaving. Trust me, I know it hurts you too, but it doesn't make this any easier for me. And I feel so selfish when I say this because you have the whole world waiting for you and I'm just me in this stupid little town and I could never ask you to choose, so I don't and I won't.