That night trip to the falls. Magic. I don't have to ask you. I know you remember. How could you not?
The blanket on the rocks. The sweet red wine. The whisper of the trees and the thunder of the water. And the stars above. A sky unlike any other. A wonder unlike any other.
Where are you now? What are you doing? Is that flame that once pierced your eyes and engulfed my soul gone?
I wish not. As I wish you'll seize to fight. You'll never find happiness where others do. You scare people. They can't handle your honesty. And that's my fault.
Friends move on. Friends make new friends. Friends forget. And sometimes are forgotten. But not lovers.
Young love is an ode to the misery to come. And yet. Give me young love and I'll be willing to sacrifice everything at its shrine. Now that I know better.
They say that people can't save us. We can only save ourselves. But how can that be? How can that be?
If there are no people in your life, there's nothing to bind you to this world. People may be our killers, but they can also be our saviors. Different people. The ones who are right for us.
Make me, I'm begging you. Make me into someone else. But, alas, I know you cannot hear me...
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