(I hope you think I smile like Saturday night and laugh like Sunday morning. We would be beautiful. I hope you feel the same.)
How long does the sadness last? How long until the pain becomes too painful to bear. How long until you're clawing out your own windpipe and shredding your own veins, just to make an escape. How long until the hurt is gone? How long until I break.
You never see it coming, really. At least, I didn't. The doctors say shock can kill you, and I wish it killed me - killed me the moment I saw you offering a slice of your heart (and body) to someone that wasn't me. That pain will never go away.
Trust is offering a slice of your heart to someone even when you don't have much left and you're worried people might spit it out and toss it away in disgust. I've got half a heart with me, and the other half with you, and that shouldn't be a problem, but you haven't given me a crumb of yours. So it is.
They say unrequited love is the only love that lasts because it is one-sided, but our love will laugh in the face of eternity. It is so strong (like your hands steadying me) and so potent (like your embrace engulfing me), that it is unbreakable. Unshatterable.
You laugh like fireworks and smile like sparklers. It drives me crazy. I hope you think I smile like Saturday night and laugh like Sunday morning. We would be beautiful. I hope you feel the same.
I think I'm in love.