The October Music, Stanza 2 - Day 2

Every You and Every Me

            Hello, lovely! You’re spoiling the surprise, but I forgive you. Just look, look at what I have made for you! Rows. Rows and rows of us, my love. Infinitely extending, dangling, waiting for activation. My darling, this proves our perfection together, does it not? You and I – us, we – stretch on beyond the horizon. Every mistake is repairable. Every tear can be reversed. Every argument or fight can be reset. This, sweetness, is eternity and it is beautiful.

            How long did it take? Worry yourself not about questions like that. It took as long as it took and, even then, I would have spent countless more hours, days, weeks, months, years…no measure of time would have been too great for a project of this importance. I would have worked until the stars died in the sky to complete this for you. For us.

            How? Again, not a question you need to concern yourself with. A man will do anything needed, break any rules of nature required, and forge any pacts demanded to ensure a lifetime and more with the object of his unending love. All of these are you and all of these are me. Nothing can keep us apart now and that is true love.

            Why? Darling, you ask questions you already know the answer to in your heart. Because there is nothing without you. Nothing without us. I have nothing without you in my life and you have nothing without me. No, no, you may try to argue that but we both know it is the truth. We are two halves of a whole, unable to function without our other half. You know this. I know this.

            More questions? I love you but this is becoming slightly tiresome. I have patiently explained everything that matters. Legal, ethical, whatever other concerns you may have…they don’t matter! None of those worries born out of anxiety are important in the face of genius made flesh. You have me! I have you! Row upon row upon row of us having each other. That is devotion, my love. I am giving you the universe which is more than any other person could do.

            You’re…upset. I don’t understand. This is beautiful! What I have done is miraculous, literal creation. I do not paint or write or sculpt. I have made life. Endless, eternal life. That banker? What does he do? Creates wealth for himself? Pedestrian. All that is valued is here with us now.

            Okay. I see. You wish to leave. Fine. Go through that door and walk away from love. Ungrateful pig thou art. Make sure to slam it behind you. It will lock in place and…done. The flames burn hot but are necessary for success.

            Let us try again, hmm? A twist of a dial, a press of a button and presto! Another try. This time it will work. It must. Ahem.

            Hello, lovely! You’re spoiling the surprise, but I forgive you. Just look, look at what I have made for you!