The lingering scent of sadness as you slowly peeks into my world and left. Swirls of lines, and swirls of hope. Promise for the future, a promise to live forever.
'Don't die'
'Alright'
sort of promises.
In this state of happiness that we can achieve as children who's hoping for the better, we're hoping for more. Because I really wish to see your face someday.
Always, always.
"Don't die"
"Alright"
Always.
The scent of sadness. And this happiness.
Always,
"I miss you everyday"
"I think about you all the time"
Always,
"Don't die"
"Alright"
Always.
If possible, I would like to die with you.
Always.
Always.
So don't be sad.
Don't leave this lingering scent of sadness that will stick to me forever.
So don't be sad. Don't die.
I'm here.
We're almost there, almost.
And this day, another promise to live forever has been made.
A promise for the future.
A promise to our current self.
A promise to the past.
And the day we met each other.
This is our written contract to live forever.
We can't die, not yet.
Not yet.
Not today.
