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"𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺." Our love is empyrean.  The true and ultimate heavenly paradise. I will be by your side until meteors shower the Earth, creating another planet. Your love is cosmic, like a galaxy of luminaries. "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘺. 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘦." Until death do us part, they say. But, even in afterlife, there are glorious phenomenon that occur. Could one of those events be our affections entwined? "𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴." The sun seems to be eternal, much like our devotion. A passion so bright, burning like fire. You cannot touch the glow of the stars; you can touch the gleam of my heart. "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦." Moments are limited. That is why I cherish every single minute that we spend together. There are twenty-four hours in a day, which is enough time to be with you.