For the first time, I’m afraid of being finite, growing old, dying.
I don’t want to step a moment closer to those inevitable outcomes, not without your fingers wound tightly with mine. I don’t want to run out of adventures. I don’t want these seconds to end.
I want this splice of life to last forever. Wrapped up in your love and your gaze and your contagious laughter. I want you so much.
Because it’s you. It’s always been you — I just didn’t know.
Staring at the Sun – TV On The Radio