the curse of immortality.

if eternity is what I am willing to offer, would you bear millennials with me, if not eternity would you love me through out millennials, painting me throughout years with fear of me fading from your memories, remembering every details as if you were just right here, hoping for the certainty of resurrection even if it meant ephemerals only, as if every single details within your face has more value than the whole universes gold, perhaps you would.. and I'd do the same within different realms nor dimensions, may it be in the realm of the dead, or the vacinity of heaven, or an unknown world, I would paint every year and perhaps learn piano hoping that music can reach you, writing a thousand tearful letters though knowing none of them makes any difference, if ever I am cursed with immortality, I'd spend the rest of eternity reminiscing about you till the last star in this universe burn out.