Immortality's Legacy

Immortality will come to such as are fit for it...-A movie, can't remember lol

You are my immortal, plain and simple. The feelings I have, the thoughts I have thought. All come to a single point, you. I hate it, but I love every minute of knowing you, talking to you late about stuff only we would talk about. The feeling is immortal, undying, never leaving, unrelenting. You mean the world to me, and unlike the feeling...I can die. I am not immortal. Cowards die many times before their deaths, yet the valiant taste death but once. Well I am a coward, in everything in life I am. I hate it, that's why I am worried my legacy will not be respected or even agknowlegded. You are my legacy, everything about you is everything I want to be. You mean too much to just fade into obscurity. You are too amazing for that. So through all this, what is your legacy? What will you leave? When and if you leave at all. What am I to you? In a way I am your legacy. For it was you who showed me the light. Showed me I could live again. Hold my head up high and become a masterpiece like all your works of art. In a way it's kind of ironic how I am your greatest creation because I am still in the works, still being shaped and molded into something that will be worthy of your love and affection. I am your legacy, and when I die and go to heaven, St. Peter I will tell. Just one more lost lover reporting sir...I've spent my time in hell...