Forever. That’s a long, long while no? Forever spans to a time beyond our own. A time when we are past and all but forgotten. “Per sempre e sempre il mio amore.” It means “forever and always my love”. A phrase I have often heard whispered from the lips of lovers to one another. I will love you forever; to the end of time; I will never stop loving you. This promise of love. I find it to be a sad one. One to cherish and to long. To be with someone always. Till the end of your time. Of theirs. Of all time. To live, love, and grow – in always – with them. “Noi siamo uno, amore mio.” “We are one, my love.” Like telling them they complete you.
I sit here now, leaning far back against my mountain of pillows. A plush green caressing me entirely; not unlike most days. A sweet serenade of classic piano and strings consume the dimly lit air. This is my haven. Where my mind may wander as it pleases. It ponders the things I’ve learned. The things I wish to learn. Growth does not simply come in a physical form. We grow with knowledge. With practice. With friends. We grow as people. With people. Not unlike the trees of the never ending groves, we grow beside one another. Lean on each other. Rise up from ours and others downfalls.
Together. Forever. As one.
We grow.
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