forever can never be long enough for me to feel that i've had long enough with you

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?

Don’t leave me,” he whispers.
“Oh, for crying out loud—no! I am not going to go!” I shout and it’s cathartic. There, I’ve said it. I am not leaving.
“Really?” His eyes widen.
“What can I do to make you understand I will not run? What can I say?”
He gazes at me, revealing his fear and anguish again. He swallows. “There is one thing you can do.”
“What?” I snap.
“Marry me,” he whispers.

Court... a place where they dispense with justice.

... a place where they dispense with justice.

To sit back and push this away and deal with it sometime down the road is dishonest and self-destructive.