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In The Name Of Love

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𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭

𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧? 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭?

𝐃𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

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Lando

It's her.

It's always been her.

Every thought, every breath, every moment, bending quietly, effortlessly, toward her.

She isn't just beautiful. She moves beautifully, like the universe paused, held its breath, and chose her to rewrite everything we thought we knew. There's something about her, something I'll never be able to explain, though I've spent hours trying. She's more than words. That's the problem.

Most people are ink. Simple. Constrained. A sentence written to get from one thought to the next.

But her?

She is poetry.

She walks into a room, and it's like the air rearranges itself just to fit her better. She doesn't demand attention, she just makes you forget how to look away.

Even now, with her head resting against the window and her hair falling in wild, unapologetic waves, I can't tear my eyes from her. If only driving didn't demand my attention to the road. The way her fingers tap lightly against her leg. The way her lips curve, not a smile, not exactly, just her. Effortless.

I look at her, and I don't see just a woman. I see eternity. I see the very reason time exists at all.

She doesn't know what she does to me.

And that kills me.

Because for all her brilliance, for all her light, Cassi doesn't see herself the way I do.

I could tell her all this. Try to wrap the shape of her in words. But nothing will ever be enough. Because how do you tell someone they are more than words on a page? That they're the thing people spend lifetimes looking for, the reason they open a book in the first place?

There's only her.

Cassiopeia.

My Firefly.

My beginning and my end.

I don't know how to breathe without her anymore.

She has this way of making even silence feel alive. I don't think she even realizes she's doing it, doesn't see the ripples she leaves behind, doesn't notice the way the universe seems to bend closer when she speaks, as if the air itself can't get enough of her. She's unaware of her power.

That might be the most dangerous part of her.

Because she could destroy me without ever lifting a hand.