live globaly,love localy

Hand in hand we would have walked down this old path of ours and sat by the water while we would watch a dove. We would have held each other there forever while we caress and kiss each other. Our care for others around us became less. We would become so intertwined with one another, forgetting about all the others around us, ignoring them as they shout. Passion would heat up kiss after kiss. Hands start wondering around one another's bodies trying to find the spot they were bound. Soon we would be lying on the grass. Wrapped in one anothers arms staring at the setting sun. Whispering in each others ears while preparing. We would count down till the sun set, with kisses representing every second till it went down. We would kiss passionately with hands searching one another until we were both content. But there is no more of that. No more us. No more sunsets together. No more fun nights like that because you killed yourself. So now it will be my turn to use that gun.