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Forever is a lie, the human condition only in place for a specified time period. Forever continues; lives and hearts do not.
At a point in time and space, it feels as though it will last for all eternity. The rose-coloured dream of its expanse makes it inconceivable that there was any other way of existing before this. This fleeting emotion that burns so high and bright, like starlight sweetly blazing inside your ribs radiating out little jolts of dopamine and madness in measured doses keeping your addiction going. Yes, it tells you, it can always be this way and you believe it given the crash hasn’t come yet and feels like it’s inevitability is a lie.
Unimaginable, then, that the object of your affection and desire could feel any less than the way you do, right here in this moment. The forever you believe in reflected back at you in them until the colour fades from their eyes, the light in their smile dims and bitter coarse words battering your ears like physical blows. The ones you can’t, won’t, don’t want to comprehend slowly sink like lead into the poisoned pit of your stomach.
Your forever comes crashing down around your feet as your heart sinks into and succumbs to the bitter poison, drowning. It’s only then, when the illusion shatters and crumbles and the colours bleed out of everything that you understand.
Forever is a lie.
Fleeting, certainly. The promise of eternity can never and will never be truly retained in our hearts. Hearts that will eventually fade to black and sink into a silent, loveless nothingness.