Stay, Jack.

I remember watching Titanic when I was seven.

I remember the first time I read Romeo and Juliet.

I remember the aching hole it left in my heart. I also remember thinking that for all the bedtime tales in the world, doomed love stories are the best kind.

Because when you’re in one, you know that this moment is all you really have. Sometimes, no matter how eternally beautiful things could have been, they last for only a moment. But in that one moment, you know nothing matters any more. And that nothing will matter ever again.

Nothing is more wistful than a story whose beauty is it’s pain.

Nothing else can ever be this pure.

9 thoughts on “Stay, Jack.

  1. “nothing is more wistful than a story whose beauty is it’s pain”
    that line hit me so hard! this is really articulate with the right amount of emotion

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