The End of Time & Space
It feels like we’ve been here before, like every second of the past has led up to this moment. Everything that has ever happened only existed to manufacture this instant between us and then all that is will no longer be as soon as we stop existing together. Our separation will be the end of time and space and love because imagining a universe without us as a unit seems impossible. But that’s not true.
As soon as what exists here between us is gone, the universe will go on. The world will keep ruining everyone’s lives the same way it’s ruined ours. There’s no end to pain and suffering because it’s what makes life happen. This is what keeps the wheels turning and what makes the stars keep burning. In the beginning, there was nothing until it was all birthed and we all know that giving birth is the worst existence has to offer. If we don’t hurt each other, that’s when the world will stop turning. That’s when the impossible will happen.
Even knowing the inevitable, there’s no way to stop the pain. No way to change fate and destiny and all the other bullshit words associated with the ticking of the clock. It’s not that we shouldn’t have been bound for a short period of time, it’s that we shouldn’t have expected this cord between us to remain uncut forever. We were foolish to think we would be the one’s to change the way the dice will always fall.
Every heartache is another mile we all travel in this dimension. Every tear another breath inhaled. Our mutual pain isn’t going to be our mutual destruction, it’s our innate salvation. When it comes right down to it, we all know that the pain is what makes this life so interesting and worth living. It’s the suffering and the agony that make us keep going, to find the next high of sweet sweet, unbearable, soul crushing heartache. But it’s so much more than that, too. Blood, sweat and tears make this cosmic vehicle move. Without our turmoil, there would be nothing.
We have been here before. The past has led to this very moment because the past is full of a million, billion, trillion moments just like this one. It’s rehearsed and it’s perfect in its absolute destruction of what we have. This isn’t the end of you and me, it’s the beginning of who we were always supposed to be. We were always supposed to find each other and hurt each other because this is what we offer existence. Our aching hearts beat another moment on to the clock.
I hope your pain is terrible. I hope this world hands you a thousand heartbreaks and a few more failed loves because eventually one will last longer than the rest. That’s the one that will seem like forever served on a silver platter, only to end in death. You’ll die or they’ll die and one of you will be left to fall apart. For the sake of the rest of the world, I hope you die of heartbreak from the one that lasted the longest because knowing you, having loved you, I know that you would have almost loved them more than anyone has ever loved anyone. That’s the kind of love that will fuel the universe for generations. Time will exist because you dared to love despite the inevitable.
Don’t be scared. At the very least know that you have something to look forward to after our fallout. That love waiting out there for you is going to save us all, just like the love I have for you.