Words on a sheet of paper?

I am in love with what we are, not what we should be. Every part of this whole story mesmerises me continuously. Let everything live and die, because this is our best chance. We should love and watch each other falling asleep, but no, we are falling apart, just to enter that magical war that our eyes can't see. At least for now. But when we begin feeling, when our guts churn and our eyes flinch, we know there is no turning back. Now, we don't love any more, we live in love and everything related. Because this is the problem - love is something much bigger, bigger than even life. Love, when you say this word you mean affection, jealousy, hate and even death.

Aren't you starstruck already? Cause a kiss can be much more than love. Or much less. Why do you have to send more than saliva through a kiss? Why can't you forget about feelings and forget about love? The world is spinning around us at the speed of life, but are you going to miss it or seize it? Catch it with every pound of force you have and ride on it like it's the last day of your life. The best day of your life. The chance is in your hands, my heart is racing, but...

But what? We were meant to be like this. To live and then die. But are we living or are we pretending to be a firework in the night when we are at most a spark in the daylight? Forget about everything and come with me, come see the world in all its beauty. Come and live!

Imagine for a second that you are not in your old body, imagine just that you're a bird, do you feel your wings? Do you feel the wind surrounding you? Do you feel the air in which you... fly? Then why wait for something that's never going to happen? Grooow your wings, forgive and forget about love. There is no point in mourning over what we should be, that chance is long gone from us. You, the same as I, should be in love with what we are.