What are we running from, or running to, in the name of love?
Are we running into the arms of our destiny, or do we flee from the embrace of our fate?
To what end?
Do we say goodbye before we leave, or do we escape under the cover of darkness without saying a word?
To abscond with the missing beats of our heart is to rob ourselves of true happiness. Akin to living without feeling alive. It is to look at the clock without acknowledging the time and realizing we don’t have much of it left to us.
Any moment could be our last.
And so, it is imperative that we savor each kiss, linger in that gaze a little while longer, swim in that embrace like we have nowhere else to be, live in that dream as though we don’t have to awaken.
Surrender to love.
Love.
Love like you’re saying goodbye.
Love like you’re going to lose each other.
Love like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.
In the end, it will be the only thing you will have done that truly mattered.
Felix Alexander Writer 