You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a
lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was
the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars.
Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down
again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to
the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more
beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know
that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and
strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say,
Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never
imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can
barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong
to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for
nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion.
Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for
mine.
-Yvaine-
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