after humans are gone nature will take the earth back
My favourite photograph.
I show affection for my pets by holding them against me and whispering I love you repeatedly as they struggle to escape from my arms
“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”
Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”
oh my god
I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.
I’m almost afraid to want it.
John Green, we’re waiting.
“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something.
“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”
I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL
“I love you.” She whispered softly closing the book. Her fantasy must end and he must die with it no matter how great their love. Tears fell from her eyes, landing upon the hard worn cover of her most beloved book. The book in which lied the love of her life. The book that loved her back. She ached to open it again but she could not continue like this. She must move on and live a life not in her precious book. Sobs racked her body as she walked to the self, hesitantly sliding her beloved book into the shelf. It was only for a time, she told herself. That she would come back again and read the story of her love again and that she may fall in love again. Whipping her eyes she turned toward the door, but froze in her tracks. A man stood there, concern lining his every feature. She knew that face. It was exactly as she had pictured it, from every line of his jaw to the exact color of his eyes. This can’t be possible.
“Why are you crying?” Oh, his voice. That was his voice. It was as soothing as she had imagined. Her knees grew week and her mind went numb. She struggled for words as he approached her slowly, he knelt before her and touched her cheek, worry etched in his gentle movement. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”
She could only choke out, “You’re real?”
FUCK IT GOT BETTER
I don’t remember if I rebloged it the last time I read it, but since I cried even though I already knew what was going to happen, it deserves to be here again if I did.
His eyes clouded with confusion. “of course I’m real. Are you feeling okay?” she nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. “yeah, I’m fine but..its just…you shouldn’t be here.” “why?” he replied, looking even more confused. she paused. “Because..you’re a character from a book.” He frowned and stood up. “well, show me the book then” “y-yeah. ok” she stammered, turning and leading him towards a bookshelf crammed with books. Most of the shelves were untidy, with books overflowing from their wooden cages and spilling into shallow piles. But the top shelf was different. These books, Five or six of them, were stacked in a tidy line. There was no dust on the shelf, no pens or random scraps of paper cluttering its clean white surface. She lifted a shaking hand and pointed to the middle of the row. At a book that wasn’t there. She shook her head. “what?…no..i just..i just put it there.” He put his hand to his forehead and mimed searching for it. ” well, I can’t see it anywhere.” He placed both hands out in front of him and said, looking straight into her eyes, “unless this is the book you are talking about” she lowered her eyes and sitting in the cradle of his palms, was the book. Its worn leather cover had a dull shine in the evening light. She reached out her hand and touched the cover. looking up at him she whispered “How?…What?..I don’t understand. This is you. letters, words, paragraphs, all in this book. This book right here” She slid her hand underneath the volume and lifted it towards her. “if you are here, whats in the book? and why are you here in the first place?” she lifted her eyes from the cover of the book only to find an empty space where he was standing. Utter despair flooded her very soul. “wait! don’t go! don’t leave me here..” she felt her eyes fill with tears. He had become real. The character from a story read so many times, that she had every letter engraved in her heart. only to be whisked away from her. her dreams crushed. Reality came crashing back to her like a tonne of bricks. Of course he wasn’t real. she was just tired. she was a tired, deranged girl. who had fallen in love with someone who wasn’t even real. This was the truth. the cold, hard truth, ugly in the unforgiving light of reason. But..that didn’t change the way she felt. It was just..right. it felt so real. so, so real. like a fairy tale. Her written prince. “you were here. I know you were. You had a form, a shape. Substance. Where did you go? where did you come from?”
"does it matter?" she span around and saw him standing near the window, his silhouette framed by the setting sun. "does it matter how I’m here, why I’m here?" he walked slowly towards her. "does the origin of my existence matter? do you wish to know my purpose?" he walked closer still. their noses were nearly touching. he looked deep into her eyes. she stared right back. "You. That is why I’m here. and that is all you need to know."
She lent her head into him and wrapped her arms around his body. She felt his arms mirror hers, pulling her closer. she closed her eyes. “never do that again.” she said.
"I guess I’ll just have to stay with you forever then"
I felt like it needed an ending. sorry!
Wow that was unbearably cheesy and awful
It seems as though slow dancing is fading away as slow love songs are becoming less popular. We hope that despite the radios and DJs not playing them, that people will still find a way to have this special moment together, because there are few things like the innocent romantic emotions that come from slowly swaying with a person you really care about, to a good, sweet song. As we grow up, slow dancing is one of those things that don’t happen much anymore. So don’t take it for granted… slow dance whenever and wherever, because there are fewer and fewer opportunities to (if at all) as time goes on.