We'll Be Together, Again!

For some reason, when people mention that we all die eventually,

I don't feel as though it applies to the ones I love, and myself.

I feel as though we are infinite,

always alive and lungs breathing and heart beating;

simple because our love would be enough to keep us here.

In reality, I could die any minute now. You could die any minute now.

I've had only a handful of experiences with death in my life.

I feel as though death is a bit like the moon, the stars;

they are all so distant and unimaginable.

But, they are there, always there.

"I am a little shell containing tiny fragments of thoughts and ideas and emotions and love,
and one day the tide will be high and a wave will shatter me into a million inconceivably tiny pieces and bring me back to the earth, back home."

In reality, love does not keep us here, on Earth.

It keeps us together, I know, I believe it keeps us always together.

Love is not limited to one world, one universe; it is immeasurable,

unexplainable, like the smell before rain, the taste of one's kisses,

the way you feel when you hold someone's hand.

Love and death are not opposites; they are more or less constants throughout our lives.

There will always be death, and there will always be love.

We will always be together, you know.

I promise you this, with all of my heart.

I'd find you, wherever we go after this.

(whether it be on top of the clouds,

at the bottom of the ocean,

a different galaxy, a different star.)

I'd hold your hand, again.

We'll be together, again.