- write all the love poems about you i never had the chance to write.

- get to know the maps drawn on your skin and find out the different meanings behind your creases. learn the stories behind your scars. memorize the structure of your edges. count the soft spaces between your ribs.

- carve our favorite words in trees because we are not predictable or trivial enough to engrave our own initials. laugh at the people who do because they are believers in such a preposterous belief as fate or the idea of a predetermined orbit.

- get really drunk on cheap beer and watch the sunrise from the four corners of the city.

- sit in a small café and laugh about the way we broke each other's hearts.

- get to know and support young and starting artists because by then we will know what it's like to be whole and vibrant like them, with the conviction that our lives would evolve exactly how we wanted it.

- drink cold coffee at 3:52 in the morning and talk about how we are nothing but a cluster of atoms who interact, a minor shock in the timeline of the universe. talk about how with the infinite number of cosmic patches there is, the particle layouts within themselves must replicate infinitely, creating parallel universes in which we end up differently in each one of them.

- look into dictionaries, find the word we adore the most and tattoo it underneath our third rib.

- lie in your bed and talk about the way the universe is colossal and bursting with more eloquent life forms than ours.

- kiss you so brutally it's soft, it's gentle. kiss the daylight out of you. kiss you in art galleries. in the supermarket's condiment aisle. in public transportation. under the rain. under the sky. in every place eyes can reach. kiss you like we've never aimed guns at each other's chests. kiss you like you're air and i am breathless.
i am always so fucking breathless.