I cannot and will not give up on my deep-rooted vision of *love in fiction* in the form of a coupling in the life of each other where none of them can imagine ceasing to love the other because for them to do it, should first peel the essence of the other from their veins. Say it's toxic, but there are ships that emerged to need each other, to be a single being, to breathe the air that the other exhales and give their own for the benefit of always being together. The kind of relationship where just knowing the other exists somewhere in the world and is healthy and happy gives color to life, but having their skin in contact with yours ignites life itself in the nerve endings Not to mention the act of intimacy, and how opening up to each other is never enough, and the blood pumping through them only encourages them to go further, faster, deeper, and the mind erases any thoughts outside of the beloved, because life itself has blessed them with finding each other but has condemned them to remain separate parts of a whole.
