...

you can't give up.

you are...

i think you're beautiful. no, really. listen to me. i've never seen eyes like yours, i think they're trying to tell me something, and that's marvelous. also, i've never came across such a lovely smile, i can't believe you've never noticed what a gorgeous smile you have. you know what's the problem? you don't smile enough! if you smile more often, you'll see that i'm right. and that's just to point out some things, because trust me, i could spend a whole day talking about all the beauty in you. really. i could. i promise (and i'm an awful liar, you'd know if i'm lying).

i solemnly swear...

together, we can face everything – and beat it.

that's a promise.

shadows.

it was so dark, so quiet, so scary.

i was afraid, i don't know why, because this was still a place i knew; but i was. maybe the unknown troubled me, what lies in the darkness, what you can't see.

but then, my eyes got used to the lack of light and i started to see things, recognize them in the shadows, everything was where I had left it, and it felt safe again. but mostly, mostly i could see your face's outline and that confirmed that you were still here – so everything was alright.

and there was no reason to be afraid.

time is such a lie.

ten minutes with you are short, never enough, and beautiful. ten minutes without you, exact the same time according to a clock, are long, never ending and mostly awful. how can i trust time if it's all but constant?