Give me another five minutes, come back to me like you used to, scream when you're upset and cry when you feel vulnerable.
I will even put up with you saying over and over again how needy you can become, and I will again tell you that I will stay.
Become mine again, though you never were.
Smile back at me the way you did.
Call at two in the morning just because you wanted to hear my voice.
He texts just to remind me that red meat hurts me, or that our favorite team won.
Maybe I can even agree with you just when you say that you come to love me more.
Give me five more minutes while your hands settle under my ribs and you sink your face into the space between my neck.
Celebrate with happiness when you have done what satisfies you most, run through the crowd just to crash your lips against mine.
Hit my head so hard with your “I love you's”.
Turn on your heels as your face lights up and you come back to me, eager to never let go.
Another five minutes of feeling my cheeks burn and hurt from being in the same position for countless minutes. Even when I don't get to see you.
Take off your headphones just to tell me what happened to you today in class while I lose sight of my book.
Make noise at four o'clock in the morning worried about the day that is about to begin.
Eat all the candy I hide in the drawer.
Give me five more minutes and let them turn into hours and let's keep wanting five more minutes.
Keep staying five minutes longer in bed when you don't want to go to school or work.
Keep drawing in oils or showing me your favorite photographs even if you think what you believe in it is worthless.
Take five minutes to kiss me.
Go back to talking about something you like and I don't quite understand.
Become mine again, even if you never become mine.
Give me another five minutes, another hour that feels fleeting, that feels like almost nothing to want another five more minutes, and have it turn into another hour. And maybe another six more years.
Smile at me, hug me, give me your first kiss countless times.
Let's go back to making love and undressing without even taking off a garment.
I will call you whenever you need to take your medication.
I will remind you to drink water even if it bothers you to do so.
I'll try to be as funny as you say, and maybe I'll fix you lunch the countless times you usually ask for it.
I will dance with you in my underwear and smoke with you afterwards.
Maybe I'll even let you read everything I write to you one day.
Just give me another, and maybe the last, five more minutes.
Photographers: Le Tans
