𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄, 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄?
your name is etched into my heart, and i hear it like a lullaby in the gentle, rhythmic patterns of sweet summer rain. like the flickering flames of an autumn campfire, the thought of you alone is what saved me from the dark and, evidently, my own madness. you and i are made of starlight, our destiny written in the twinkling constellations sprawled above, sewn into a dark patchwork of moon-dust.
take my hand and let me drag you into another universe, hope steadily climbing up the silver chain-link fences right beside us. if we were to ever leave each other, i just hope you know that i'll recognize you anywhere - in any world, any universe, any place.
my heart and soul and mind will scream your name over and over again and if i have to reach the ends of the cosmos for us to reunite, then so be it.
