How thin and fragile is the thread that binds two lovers, or that separates two solitudes.

I'm ready to pay attention. To listen to his every epiphany, to laugh at all his jokes that has missed its punchline, to ache at the tiniest scrape on his hands, to learn his history and chronicle his memories, to understand and empathize, to build and to trust. How nice, that the moment I loved him, I felt the rest of my life and existence would not be enough to care for him.

Love transcends boundaries. But not the boundary of time. Because "I love you" should only ever be taken to mean "for now".