Let’s begin at the end and promise each other that even when we’ve come to the end, we’ll start over again.
The end is the beginning; When we’ve reached the end, we’ll know that we’ve only just begun.
Let my weakened posture be your strength, and I shall be guided by your uncertainties.
The tunes of our beating hearts and the song of our synchronized breathing will be our song.
When I am inhaling, you are inhaling, and the breath you exhaled , I then inhale.
Is this not what live is? This is what love ought to be.
—-Not an oxymoron.