“It is time, love, to break off that sombre rose,
shut up the stars and bury the ash in the earth;
and, in the rising of the light, wake with those who awoke
or go on in the dream, reaching the other shore of the sea which has no other shore.”—Pable Neruda: The Watersong Ends, 1967
She's so set on the fact that you and I are getting married..
You didn’t even want to exclusively be with me, with out a title. You’re scared of commitment when it’s someone you know you can be with. We would probably kill each other but the in between moments would be, incredible. I know this, and I’m sure you know it too. why else would we get so mad about the others relationships? We don’t make sense, not at all. I wanted you, but you left me. You’re going to be gone for 5 years at least, and after that I’m pretty sure you’re going to stay in Florida.
I love him, regardless of what you think or feel. He respects me and doesn’t put stupid bitches ahead of me. He doesn’t fight with me over stupid shit like you do. He loves me, for everything I am, and everything I can be…