One Hundred and Eight

i love you, he confesses.
she shushes him with the motion of reaching for her pack. silly. you've only fallen in love with an idea of me. your human heart is as small as your fist and as big the curve of sky. give it. give it give it give it until you have given everything.
this is how we must live, he says, wryly. in defiance of broken hearts and death.