The past left behind, the future left ahead

I'm a pessimist and a nihilist by nature, and life always seemed to me so empty. But you're an optimist and full of hope, living for the now, and you have taught me something about it.

It wouldn’t be so bad living for love, would it? All the pain and grief that I have known, and all that is to come...if those past and future partings mean that I get to be here, now, even briefly, sharing this time with you—then they are worth it.

This journey I made to Brisbane was a doomed voyage, a lost war, until the day I found you. The X that marks the spot.

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It is exciting and frightening, how living and moving and loving and losing changes these streets. The roads are ledgers and the city is dense with the tales we have written upon it. And we will keep moving, and it will grow more tangled still, an understory of memories. The anchors, the pavements are heavier with meaning every time we pass them—the corners where we pause, eat, kiss, sing, cry.

And should you ever leave, all of these things would stay: the weight of your existence, the imprint of your memory upon the roads and bridges we crossed together. Forevermore you'll be a part of the world as I know it, a part of who I am.

For better or worse, for good or ill, our lives have crossed and intertwined, and all is new and all is fleeting, like the blossoms of spring, like the fruit of summer.

Right now, I could want nothing else.