my dear. if tonight were the last night on earth, i don't think i’d want anything grand. i wouldn't need a perfect ending, a beautiful place, or some unforgettable moment made for a story. i think i’d just want to be here, beside you, listening to the quiet between our words and memorizing every little things i usually take for granted.
i’d want to remember the way you look when you're not trying to be anything for anyone. the way you laugh, the way you say my name, the smiles you wore, the little expressions you make without realizing it. i’d keep every ordinary moment close, because somehow, those are the moments that end up meaning the most to me.
maybe that's what makes loving someone so frightening. you never really know how much time you're going to get. we make plans as if tomorrow is guaranteed, as if there will always be another morning, another conversation, another chance to say what we forgot to say today.
so if this really were last night on earth, i’d want you to know that meeting you was never something i’d regret. even if our time was shorter than we hoped, i’d still be grateful that, for a while, i got to exist in the same little corner of the world as you.
and if the world ended tonight, i think i’d be okay with it—not because i wouldn't be afraid, but because i’d know i wasn't facing the end alone. i’d have you beside me, and somehow, that would make everything feel less frightening.
so please… stay a little longer. let the night pass slowly. let us talk about things that don't matter and things that matter far too much. let me hold onto this moment just a little longer.
because if this is all the time we have, then i don't want to spend a second wishing for more. i just want to spend whatever remains with you.
i love you wholeheartedly, dear. i promise i will always do. 🤍