The Holding On
Do you think of me? Do you even remember who I am? Please tell me those wide-eyed, sapphire gazes aren’t lost in a void in the past. Please tell me that there is something more. Tell me that we live on somewhere, in some other universe, as two lovers who chose not to give up. That’s the saddest thing, isn’t it? We can slice this anyway we want to. We can dissect it until we can see every little part of it, and at the end, we will still have one person who gave up on the other.