untitled // phan

aurora

aurora // prologue

My feelings for you, you wouldn't understand them, even if I tried to explain them. Your eyes, blue like the clearest ocean, and your dark hair, black like the ravens that keep finding their way into my garden; those are the things I call home.

It is easy, being with you, so easy, and it feels like watching the sun rise on a summer day. There is a comfort that lies within the warm colours of the morning sky, just like there is a comfort in holding your hand, or in looking into your eyes - hope comes with every time the sun rises, and so comes hope with every time I wake up next to you. Hope for a better life together with you. A life worth living, a life that makes sense, a life that makes me want to smile on my deathbed. Because I'll know we were happy, and I'll know I made the right choices.

You are the reason I started to understand why people would want to live forever.

We're both fucked up, I know. God, I know. But you are my world, my life, my everything, and loving you is easy. Probably the easiest thing I've ever done.

You're asleep right now, my love, and you're so beautiful. I'm sat here, wondering if you're aware how I feel about you. I hope you do. Because when your eyes meet mine, I know it's two world's colliding, and I can feel it. I can feel it deep inside of me, the warmth, the strength, all that comes with your touch. Then you kiss me, and I go insane; because your lips create sparks on mine, and suddenly my body feels like the night sky on the Fourth of July.

Candle lights fill most of our nights. I can see how the soft shine reflects on your skin and casts shadows across all the right places. And I look at you, and I'm fascinated. Your chest moves up and down slowly, while your seemingly effortless beauty makes my heart beat faster.

I love all the little things about you, things that you might have never noticed. They make me want to stare at you all day, because hell, you're so goddamn gorgeous. When you smile it feels like the whole room brightens up a little; or it might as well just do, I wouldn't notice, because the light couldn't compare to you.

Everyone can tell how I feel about you, because even if I tried, I couldn't hide it. I get lost in you and all that you are, because I'm yours. I'm all yours, and every time I look at you, I know it shouldn't be any other way. Because we belong together, and this is how things are supposed to be. We are supposed to be so lovesick, so attached, so in love. We are supposed to be, and honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way.

Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours. That's how it is, and that's how it should be.

- excerpt from an untitled novel, written by Daniel J. Howell

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aurora (n)
the first appearance of light in the morning.