LOVE LETTER

Is that you are the world to me.


Standing quietly on the top of the building with you as the countless of people and cars pass us by, drawing along with them kaleidoscopic lines composed of infinite colors, bringing to life this quiet night with the incomprehensible sounds of laughter and cries, melding together to become nothing more than a noise we have all become so familiar with, I quietly hold your hand. As the street lights illuminate the ground, and as all that tread upon the streets fade into nothing more than simple streaks and specks like the stars that float silently above us; I gaze upon your face as the cosmos light your eyes up the way civilization beneath us never could. And it is upon the top of this building we stand, where all that is around is are distant whispers, where your hair sashays gently to the wind, where we lie beneath the heavens.

Where I stand gingerly with you against all the world.

As we sit with our backs against each other, dangling our legs over the edges of the building, tempting both fate and faith together; the world slowly ceases to exist, with time crawling to a stop, and I hold on to you while we take a moment both to ponder of eternity and of what will be beautiful. The very basis of humanity pivots dangerously on the intangible aspects of anticipation and hope, on the relationship between what could be and what is, between the imaginary and the real; and all that is constantly being pursued is the bridging of this gap, to realize one's desires. As we constantly reach out for these unrealized possibilities, fear and apprehension gradually seeps into the picture for we then see the transience of our lives, that we are mere mortals with finite capacities to truly be what we yearn to be; yet sitting here with you beneath the gods, all that I shall hold on to are your hands, for all I see before us is eternity.

All I see before me is you.

The journey to what would be beautiful often begins with a leap of faith, requiring a suspension of reality and time; akin to the calm before a storm as the world around us hushes to a simple whisper and all that we can hear are our heart beats dancing slowly to every breath we take together. As we take the plunge into the dark together, illuminating only the immediate future, allowing us only to push forth and feel our way in this landscape of infinity, of wonders and of us; we stumble and fall while I hold on to you. Every step taken into what we cannot yet see often strikes apprehension in our hearts as we are left wondering if we are headed into the direction meant for us to take, as with every moment we push forth we fear of the mistakes we might make, we fear of ruining what could be wonderful. Yet as I stand here with you under the stars and above all that is human, all that I can say are these words and promises to calm your soul, and all that I shall do is hold on to you till the ends of time and space.

And it is before you that I shall forever stand.

As we tread forth into the darkness and gaze upon the countless stars above us, as we continue to make this more than what we can ever be, we take a moment once again to ponder of what would be, for it is no longer simple possibilities that we are faced with; but realities that we now approach together. The fleeting immortality of us mortals would come to a test as the very foundations of this world comes crashing down, as the stars collapse into stardust and as the suns scorch the barren earth; but as I stand here with you upon this world looking down on all of humanity, all that you must ever know and remember are the words I have said to you, the way I have held your hands.

All that you must know is that I stand here with you.

Following you into the dark.