Sometimes, I think all this pain and urgency makes our lives so much more beautiful.
Each night, we go to sleep wrapped in each other's arms. We sleep like people want to sleep, like the way you try to sleep with your lover, but it's just so uncomfortable that you eventually roll over and spread out your legs.
Not us. We sleep like we're going to die together, like we're choosing the position we want to be frozen in for all time. There is all this gazing and sighing and face-touching. It's really nice, and really scary, and always feels as if we're about to be set on fire, or as if a volcano might erupt and we'll be melted still, like those people in Pompeii.
Or as if he might live in a way that makes death our constant companion. As if death, death, death might be the drum beat, beat, beating in the background of our lives.
I don't like it, but I love it. I want every moment to be captured from the precipice, every kiss to be a treasure. I don't want to live any other way.