Me & you - 17

Not in the evening's eye,
When they red with weeping are..

For the sun that dies,
Sits sorrow with a face so fair..

Nowhere but here did ever meet,
Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet..

- The Weeper by Richard Crashaw

That's how we feel about each other.. 
Like we belong to each other forever and still like we will not be with each other ever..

It's so crucial.. so painful..

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