Creativity, Complexity, Chance and Chaos

It's always been love

It's always been love

"P-please.

Don't go."

I cradle you in my arms.

You look up into my eyes.

"Please.

Just s-stay."

But I know you can't.

Tears fall down my cheeks.

When you go I'll be ripped in two.

"Please.

I n-need you."

I look down at the floor.

"Don't look away.

I want the last thing I see

To be your smile."

I smile weakly.

You smile back.

I try to memorise your face.

Every contour, every crinkle.

Every single beautiful eyelash,

Right down to your last freckle.

You're so special.

So perfect.

But no one understands you.

Except me, of course.

No one understands our bond.

It was never just friendship.

It's always been something else.

"I- I lov-"

"Shh.

Me too."

You take one last deep breath.

And your eyes flutter shut.