They say all love on earth follows one of the three couples: 

Romeo and Juliet, Odysseus and Penelope, Orpheus and Eurydice. 

Love that doomed them, love that doomed others around, and love that’s doomed. 

 

All love that’s written turns into a tragedy,

Love implies impending doom.

All beautiful things must come to an end.

 

I walk this road with confidence.

I believe in you, 

I believe in us.

 

I can barely see the path in the dark,

but I don’t need to see when I have you,

I can feel it.

 

The lean trees cast never-ending shadows,

but I’m never scared when I have you,

I feel safe.

 

We’re about to reach the end.

In this Hell, even the vilest creature has turned into a friend.

And now we’re about to be home.

 

There’s no place like home 

but your home is besides your lover’s

I love you but I’m starting to feel the shivers.

 

My bones tremble as I walk this road.

I hold this trust that was bestowed.

I trust that you’re right behind me, I don’t turn around.

 

Love isn’t resistance, it’s the human urge to stop.

The human nature to self-destruct and

the human nature to deconstruct. 

You need to interrupt. You need to look around. 

 

I trust that she’s there.

I trust that she’s following me.

(Oh God, please follow me.)

The walls close around me.

 

Life’s supposed to be a deep breath

not a breathless deep gasp.

And love’s supposed to be the urge to look up.

 

When you hear her name

Maybe she’s here, maybe she came.

you will turn around. 

 

Look at her. See her. 

What greatest form of peace can be considered? 

A second with her is worth millenniums withered.

 

What if she fell?
What if it's all a big trick?
What if she was never behind me?

 

I turn around because I love her.

 

I see you. I love you. When you see me a soft smile forms on your soft lips. Oh, how I’ve missed that. I love you. Then tears start forming in your eyes. You accept the tragedy with open arms and an open heart. I made a mistake. I love you. I panic. I shouldn’t have turned around. A couple more steps and you’d be back to being mine. I love you. But I’m too early. I quickly turn around, maybe I dreamt that, maybe I didn’t actually look at you. (Oh God, I hope I didn’t look at you.) It’s desperate and pathetic, but it’s all I have. I take another quick glance to see if it worked. It didn’t: you’re gone. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

 

I cry.

I sob.

I pray.

 

None of it works. 

 

You’re gone and I cry and I sob and I pray and none of it works.

And you’re gone. 

 

I loved you so much that I lost you. I loved you so much that we became a tragedy. Maybe I could’ve controlled myself if I knew it’d lead to this. 

But I’ve always been hungry, a little too hungry for love. 

I’m a dog and I just lost my owner and it’s cold and I’m wet and I don’t know what to do. Please help me. Please save me. Please don’t leave me alone. 

 

I’m so terribly sorry, Eurydice.

 

But I can’t help myself from wondering too. 

Were we doomed from the very beginning?

The moment they deemed us a love story, did they curse us a tragedy?

Wherefore art thou Eurydice?

Wherefore art I Orpheus?

Two minds, two hearts that work as one, now separated for eternity.

Defy your name Eurydice and I’ll defy mine.

Let me be yours and you’ll be mine.

 

Where are you, Eurydice? 

Please fight it and come back.

Come back to me. 

Cause I miss you and I don’t think I can do this without you. 

 

My heart is yours for forever and beyond.

With all my love,

Orpheus.