What if you found out that our current dynamics come with an expiration date? Would you still want to experience all that we could be before our flame is snuffed out, or would you rather leave those doors unopened?

If it were up to me, I would float upon these clouds for eternity. But some day, the clouds could dissipate and turn into water to wet the earth. We will probably no longer occupy these vessels in our present forms. I may be the one to rain upon the ground and seep into its dry cracks, while you could turn into the daffodil dust that travels with the wind. We may splinter into separate entities while the fragrance of our brief but conjoined existence resting upon the soft skin of innocent faces with bright eyes.

What if someday we find ourselves having to continue this journey with our hearts beating outside our chests? What if you no longer had to make promises to me, because I would no longer exist in shapes and forms that would matter to you.

What if the last time our bodies poured out their secrets to each other's souls it was really the very last time?

Would you still want to know what lies behind those doors?