“If a man we don’t know phones us up and talks a little, makes no suggestions, says nothing special, but nevertheless pays us the kind of attention we rarely receive, we’re quite capable of going to bed with him that same night, feeling relatively in love. That’s what we women are like, and there’s nothing wrong with that—it’s the nature of the female to open herself to love easily.”—Paulo Coehlo, “The Witch of Portobello.”
Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living. The night is cold and delicate and full of angels Pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up, The chime goes unheard. We are together at last, though far apart.
Because I think this is the only place you don’t know about, I will talk about what’s going on.
I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to be the girl you say you’re in love with before and after you go out with your girlfriend.
I think the saddest thing is how much I think about her. It’s probably more than you do. I don’t think about what would happen to me if she found out. I think about how hurt she would be.
The fact is, she fell for you. She loves you. You make her happy. You’ve been doing that for almost six months.
But you’ve been with me, too. And there have been date nights, phone calls, texts, sexts, notions of the future, our future.
But it’s not right. And it’s killing me. So even when you say that we’ll have our time when it’s right and we’re ready, and that no one will get hurt, it’s not true. Because I’m hurting right now. And she’s next.
Remember when you heard it? You didn’t think about it. You opened up your ears and listened, felt it smashing through the pretense, through scabs of inhibition, that the world stitched to your shoulder like a mission, it echoed like lips meeting, and it fluctuated violently, filled your heart and lungs up with redemption. Kind of like an ending, but more like a beginning, and even though you’re losing, then you’re winning.
If you say “oh,” remember this forever: all that matters is a song, singing “I will be with you everywhere you go, every little thing you do. Our love is here to stay, even when the skies are gray, even when I’m away, I’ll be with you.”
Now you’re so much older, and so mature and insecure. You’ve grown out of yourself and into something else. Oh, you crazy rebel, tell me, is this what you want to be? And would it kill you to be shameless?
If you say “oh,” just scream this in defiance, from the bottom of your lungs: “I will be with you everywhere you go, every little thing you do. Our love is here to stay, even when the skies are gray, even when I’m away, I’ll be with you.”
What ever happened to the rock and roll in your eyes? What ever happened to the rock and roll in your eyes? Oh, I know it’s somewhere in you, underneath the veil of lies. Oh, why do you hide them, your rock and roll eyes? They’re crazy.
Eardrums are like elephants, they don’t forget the things they hear, and veins still carry fragments of the things fed to your ear. Let me do the honors and welcome you back to mankind. Just turn on the stereo and unwind. It goes “I will always love you,” and as for taking it in stride…
I will be with you everywhere you go, every little thing you do. Our love is here to stay, even when the skies are gray, even when I’m away, I’ll be with you.
"Oh, Will," she said, "what can we do? Whatever can we do? I want to live with you forever. I want to kiss you and lie down with you and wake up with you every day of my life ‘till I die, years and years and years away. I don’t want a memory, just a memory…"
"No," he said, "memory’s a poor thing to have. It’s your own real hair and mouth and arms and eyes and hands I want. I didn’t know I could ever love anything so much. Oh, Lyra, I wish this night would never end! If only we could stay here like this, and the world could stop turning, and everyone else could fall into a sleep…"
"Everyone except us! And you and I could live here forever and just love each other."
"I will love you forever; whatever happens. ‘Till I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, ’ till I find you again…"
"I’ll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we’ll cling together so tight that nothing and no one’ll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you… We’ll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams… And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won’t just be able to take one, they’ll have to take two, one of you and one of me, we’ll be joined so tight…"
They lay side by side, hand in hand, looking at the sky.”