Imagine loving someone so much that you would go through the agony of living for them
Imagine yearning for their companionship so long that you feel like enough of an empty shell to be a capsule yourself
Imagine not being able to stand it when it's weeks and then having to wait a hundred years-- but you don't know that it's a hundred years. You don't know there's an end coming. There is just the rest of the life of an unaging, unchanging statue, knowing that it could be hundreds of years, maybe forever
Imagine people telling you to find somewhere else to put that love, to direct those feelings, as if they aren't big enough to swallow you whole, as if you can properly grieve and mourn when you know that whom you desire the most has a heart that is still beating
How could you possibly get over someone who isn't gone?
Imagine, then, the release of being shattered to the core of your being, finally some form of release from the pain... And there is still yearning left behind.
There's enough yearning to create a whole new person
And still your soul is sad.
Imagine loving someone so much you'd die for them...only to find out that the living is the hard part. And still doing it.
So... Yeah, I sorta get the Leviathan thing.
Dying for someone is easy, it's the living that's the hard part.
