used to you

Used to. Could I ever get used to you? Could I ever be granted the opportunity to take you for granted? It’s strange the way we get used to oxygen when we know damn well that it is the reason we live. How privileged are we to be allowed the luxury of getting used to breath, knowing someday it will stop, knowing many are deprived of it. Could I get used to you? I suppose we get used to many things because the thought, the reality that it might someday not be there, is too much to carry, and could stop us from living at all. With the eternity our love holds, I don’t think I will get used to you. Not because you will fall away from our bond, but because we are everything, ever-changing, and yet steady, like a waterfall that never runs dry but changes intensity and direction ever so often, always beautiful. I could get used to not getting used to you.