Apropos of nothing.
Indeed, we will be the more-than-fairly-odd couple; the "strange lovers" shall we be.
We will both be younger seeming (physically and maybe emotionally; however, intellectually and spiritually wise beyond our years) than we really are.
Neither of us will know for certain how to drive a car- additionally, neither of us will want to do so. We will prefer to walk or to take a bus or a train; any thing that allows us to hold hands with our thoughts.
We will be known as being radical and conservative at one in the same time; we will love each other madly- your heart being mine and mine being yours (forever)- although we will sleep in separate beds, spending the majority of our mornings alone in our studies. Me working on my writing and you on your melodies. Actually, we will both work on writing and melodies and artistic monuments (which we will dedicate humbly yet proudly to the concept of a masterpiece)- anything indulging our sporadic, consistent, and intense (intense!) creativity.
Some days we will see each other briefly (and fortuitously), in the hallway, in the toilet, in the kitchen- yet on these same days we will never utter a word to one another. We will read our books in separate rooms; pausing momentarily, placing bookmarks or dog-earing pages, and kiss each other desperately as if it were needed to sustain our existence. Then, just as quickly as our lips enjoined, we will retreat back to our separate quarters and continue reading.
We will take bubble baths together and read one another bedtime stories.
We will rarely, rarely ever party although occasionally we will partake in rather small, intimate intellectual soirées in which we will entertain our guests most cordially. When they leave we will hasten to clean the messes they left behind before running frantically to the bed we share and proceeding to make love under the covers more passionately than any creature in nature ever. We will kiss, suck, lick, touch, and so on and so forth, as if we were Adam and Eve and the whole fate of humanity depended upon our bodies writhing and entwining beneath or above our crisp, clean sheets. We will feel (and enter) each other's souls.
Afterwards, we will retreat to our individual beds and sleep sprawled out and naked; alone.
We will be exceedingly romantic. We will buy matching bicycles- quite quaint bicycles of a most attractive colour and style- and we will go on bike rides hand in hand with packed lunches in the baskets. We will find a grassy patch of earth, spread out our blanket (used solely for this purpose), place our healthy, fashionable (but mostly fun) food on top of the fabric and commence eating. We will eat and talk and daydream; although, mostly we will talk and daydream. For we will be so involved in each other that we will forget, therefore neglect, hunger or thirst.
I will be stubborn, spontaneous, impatient, and unreasonable at worst. You will see me as passionate, determined, ambitious, and strong-willed. You will be beautiful and I will never fail to tell you so. Although, as is only normal, we will fight wildly.
You will scream and break things. I will remain calm and quiet suggesting that we "have this conversation in the morning, when we both aren't so angry," this will only cause you to become incensed to the point of boiling- with steam escaping out of every pore, you will hate me for my insensitivity and pound your harmless fists against my chest; I will smile at you disarmingly, not to make you angry, but because firstly: I smile when afraid or confused, and secondly: I will find your fit to be most adorable. At this, you will call me "condescending," and angrily lock yourself into your room. I will secretly listen outside of your door, I will hear you crying- I will pause for a second, seemingly contemplating whether or not to console you; alas, I will stealthily sneak outside to smoke a cigarette. I will, in this moment, whilst exhaling tobacco smoke, be overwhelmed with regret. I will swear to all that is infinite that I will never hurt you again.
In the morning, over too many cups of coffee, we will not even remember it happening, until something (almost accidentally) reminds us of it and we will both laugh and kiss (with tongue) looking more young than ever.
I will be vain only in one respect: my dress; with elegant suits, sweater vests, cardigans, neckties, bowties, suspenders, lens-less glasses, etcetera. You will laugh at this. You will find it funny that my hairstyle will never change (at least not significantly) and that I will worry myself to the point of insanity over cutting it properly. You too will have your vanities- I will secretly envy your style yet compliment you outwardly on your appearance, infallibly.
We will be married. We may even have a child; and our child will be so normal that nobody will ever understand how (even though it will be adopted) it is ours. This will make us happy, because being so eccentric, nearly-crazy, uncompromising, and terminally-unique, we will be glad that our child will have life a bit more easily within its reach. For, we never did. Therefore, living (before we met) was far from easy.
Indeed, we will be the more-than-fairly-odd couple; the "strange lovers" shall we be.
We will both be younger seeming (physically and maybe emotionally; however, intellectually and spiritually wise beyond our years) than we really are.
Neither of us will know for certain how to drive a car- additionally, neither of us will want to do so. We will prefer to walk or to take a bus or a train; any thing that allows us to hold hands with our thoughts.
We will be known as being radical and conservative at one in the same time; we will love each other madly- your heart being mine and mine being yours (forever)- although we will sleep in separate beds, spending the majority of our mornings alone in our studies. Me working on my writing and you on your melodies. Actually, we will both work on writing and melodies and artistic monuments (which we will dedicate humbly yet proudly to the concept of a masterpiece)- anything indulging our sporadic, consistent, and intense (intense!) creativity.
Some days we will see each other briefly (and fortuitously), in the hallway, in the toilet, in the kitchen- yet on these same days we will never utter a word to one another. We will read our books in separate rooms; pausing momentarily, placing bookmarks or dog-earing pages, and kiss each other desperately as if it were needed to sustain our existence. Then, just as quickly as our lips enjoined, we will retreat back to our separate quarters and continue reading.
We will take bubble baths together and read one another bedtime stories.
We will rarely, rarely ever party although occasionally we will partake in rather small, intimate intellectual soirées in which we will entertain our guests most cordially. When they leave we will hasten to clean the messes they left behind before running frantically to the bed we share and proceeding to make love under the covers more passionately than any creature in nature ever. We will kiss, suck, lick, touch, and so on and so forth, as if we were Adam and Eve and the whole fate of humanity depended upon our bodies writhing and entwining beneath or above our crisp, clean sheets. We will feel (and enter) each other's souls.
Afterwards, we will retreat to our individual beds and sleep sprawled out and naked; alone.
We will be exceedingly romantic. We will buy matching bicycles- quite quaint bicycles of a most attractive colour and style- and we will go on bike rides hand in hand with packed lunches in the baskets. We will find a grassy patch of earth, spread out our blanket (used solely for this purpose), place our healthy, fashionable (but mostly fun) food on top of the fabric and commence eating. We will eat and talk and daydream; although, mostly we will talk and daydream. For we will be so involved in each other that we will forget, therefore neglect, hunger or thirst.
I will be stubborn, spontaneous, impatient, and unreasonable at worst. You will see me as passionate, determined, ambitious, and strong-willed. You will be beautiful and I will never fail to tell you so. Although, as is only normal, we will fight wildly.
You will scream and break things. I will remain calm and quiet suggesting that we "have this conversation in the morning, when we both aren't so angry," this will only cause you to become incensed to the point of boiling- with steam escaping out of every pore, you will hate me for my insensitivity and pound your harmless fists against my chest; I will smile at you disarmingly, not to make you angry, but because firstly: I smile when afraid or confused, and secondly: I will find your fit to be most adorable. At this, you will call me "condescending," and angrily lock yourself into your room. I will secretly listen outside of your door, I will hear you crying- I will pause for a second, seemingly contemplating whether or not to console you; alas, I will stealthily sneak outside to smoke a cigarette. I will, in this moment, whilst exhaling tobacco smoke, be overwhelmed with regret. I will swear to all that is infinite that I will never hurt you again.
In the morning, over too many cups of coffee, we will not even remember it happening, until something (almost accidentally) reminds us of it and we will both laugh and kiss (with tongue) looking more young than ever.
I will be vain only in one respect: my dress; with elegant suits, sweater vests, cardigans, neckties, bowties, suspenders, lens-less glasses, etcetera. You will laugh at this. You will find it funny that my hairstyle will never change (at least not significantly) and that I will worry myself to the point of insanity over cutting it properly. You too will have your vanities- I will secretly envy your style yet compliment you outwardly on your appearance, infallibly.
We will be married. We may even have a child; and our child will be so normal that nobody will ever understand how (even though it will be adopted) it is ours. This will make us happy, because being so eccentric, nearly-crazy, uncompromising, and terminally-unique, we will be glad that our child will have life a bit more easily within its reach. For, we never did. Therefore, living (before we met) was far from easy.
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