You’re staring at the sun, you’re standing in the sea

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

 

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