I had only told the truth, is that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have; it is the very last inch of us. And within that inch, we are free.
The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together, she grew scarlet carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were the best years of my life.
I remember how the meaning of words began to change... I still don't understand it.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses and apologized to no one.
I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch but one.
An inch; it is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away; we must never let them take it from us.
I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and the things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.
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What is this?
It's from V for Vendetta.
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