a melancholic bliss

Remember the time when we were talking about death, and how you wanted your body to be sent in outer space after you die?

This space shuttle reminds me of that conversation, and I just realized, there are lots of random things that we actually talk about, don’t we? I’m sorry if I keep on forgetting and become anxious about the fluidity of our conversations. But thank you for having talked about death—all the repercussions, the possibilities; but not diminishing its gravity. Death is death; but I’m certain that I only want to die after I’ve spent the entirety of my life being alive with you.

I’m sorry for our argument tonight. If only I could pack all these issues together and put them in a space shuttle so they’ll be transported out of earth and stay there forever, or perhaps be brought to a black hole.

I’m really sorry. I love you.

(Source: flydutch)