He wasn’t quite sure
how to even feel of it.
All he knows is—
she’s saving her.
That’s just it.
He doesn’t think of her
as a burden in the long run.
He cannot.
He lives in the moment,
unfearful of the fleeting eternity that is now.
The words future, tomorrow, up ahead, to come—
are alien to him.
Foreign things
that seldom, rarely,
cross his mind.
Maybe it’s because, deep down,
he’s afraid.
And the moment
just takes
all of his energy.
And being with her,
even for just a mere moment,
she became hers.
To her,
he might not be.
But at least to him,
even a simple glance of hers
he can already call his.
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