We tried, but we knew the risks.
We’d talk through the night, keeping our distance, knowing the cost if our wills failed.
I’d bring gifts – her eyes would sparkle when she saw me approach with treats for her to unwrap. She’d look at me then with such longing, and I’d melt.
I knew I couldn’t hold out forever, as did she. It was inevitable. I weakened, and it was glorious. But she is who she is.
Only moments left. I hang, ensnared in the silken web of her love, and wonder about life, death, desire and the imperative of destiny.