Slide one: Your head is tucked underneath my chin, your hair tickling my nose, and sunlight zig zagging across the sheets of our bed through the window. I say, "Good morning," and you just smile at me sleepily and snuggle in further. I decide to join you, because I know that we'll definitely have so many more moments like these, and I love you more than breakfast;
Slide two: I am the sun and you are the moon. We spend long days and nights watching each other, waiting, longing for those passionate moments that we share at sunrises and sunsets. It's never enough.
Slide three: We are not meant to be, and yet we are together. You hurt me and I abandon you over and over, but we still continue to collide because we love each other too much to play a different game, love the dual soundtrack to our bruises too much to let go;
Slide four: You are a stranger I see on a train, and I'm too shy to say hello. We avoid one another's secret glances for a lifetime, shy eyes catching a cheek here and an eyelash there until we could draw each other from memory. We never speak. Our gravestones end up being one row apart,
Slide five: We're childhood sweethearts. I ask you to prom, and you say yes. Three year later, I ask you to marry me. We grow old together, living a life of pure, honest love and never wanting anymore. We pass away, but our happily ever after is immortal,
Slide six: You're working on the suicide hotline when I call. I'm more calling as a dark joke, a last hurrah; I know that I'll go through with it no matter what you say, but you try so damn hard. You go so far as to track my phone number and show up at my house. When I let you in, I realize that you must be an angel because you hold me all night, just telling me that it will be alright. You pick up the pieces of a broken me, hold them in your heart until I look a little bit more like I should, and maybe leave a shard or two of me in there. You keep me together until you think I'll stay that way. When I manage a convincing enough lie, you leave me with a chocolate chip cookie and a smile, and I know that I can die a happy man now that I've loved. I tell you in my suicide note that it wasn't you're fault,
Slide seven: I'm constantly falling for you, and you always catch me, no matter how hard it hurts to break my fall. I always patch you up and apologize afterward. You only ever smile and kiss me in response.
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