Let's go, as long as we love.

That smile <3

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… and I’m a bit anti-social

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$wearefractals: Chihiro: Listen, Haku. I don’t remember it, but my mom told me… Once, when I was little, I fell into a river. She said they’d drained it and built things on top. But I’ve just remembered. The river was called… Its name was the Kohaku River. Your real name is Kohaku. [Haku’s eyes open wide with a start, cracking the dragon skin around his eyes and face. He slowly changes into a boy again, permanently shedding away his white dragon skin. The two are falling from the sky, holding each other’s hands] Haku: Chihiro, thank you. My real name is Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi. Chihiro: Nigihayami? Haku: Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi. Chihiro: [starts to cry] What a name. Sounds like a god. Haku: I remember too, how you fell into me as a child. You had dropped your shoe. Chihiro: Yes, you carried me to shallow water, Kohaku. [they put their faces close together, close enough to kiss] Chihiro: I’m so grateful!$

wearefractals:

Chihiro: Listen, Haku. I don’t remember it, but my mom told me… Once, when I was little, I fell into a river. She said they’d drained it and built things on top. But I’ve just remembered. The river was called… Its name was the Kohaku River. Your real name is Kohaku.
[Haku’s eyes open wide with a start, cracking the dragon skin around his eyes and face. He slowly changes into a boy again, permanently shedding away his white dragon skin. The two are falling from the sky, holding each other’s hands]
Haku: Chihiro, thank you. My real name is Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi.
Chihiro: Nigihayami?
Haku: Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi.
Chihiro: [starts to cry] What a name. Sounds like a god.
Haku: I remember too, how you fell into me as a child. You had dropped your shoe.
Chihiro: Yes, you carried me to shallow water, Kohaku.
[they put their faces close together, close enough to kiss]
Chihiro: I’m so grateful!

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

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