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For my most beloved, J •

If we aren't able to be together in this life, I would repeatedly open doors in other universes and look for your warmth.

I would send you countless letters that would be sealed with tears, and I would beseech the sun to bring them to you. I'd want the moon to know how much I cry in front of her every night wishing you were here right alongside me wiping every tear, and i'd pray the stars to shine on your journey back to me. I'm hoping the constellations will remind you of how I drew them for you and linked them together like the strands that bind our hearts. And may each dandelion tell you how much I want you to be my own.

J, i'd love to hold you so tightly that you could carry me with you throughout all of your incarnations, engrave every aspect of me in your heart.

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