sometimes it feels like the universe doesn't want us together.
as if we are two tides and everytime we come close to union the moon pulls us apart and sets us into different directions.
sometimes i look at the sky and wonder why we can't align like two stars in the same constellation.
instead a gust of wind separates us across the horizon like autumn leaves on pavement.
why must it be like this? can the universe not see our love, our commitment?
it stretches our bond day by day and although it remains steady, it hurts.
for as soon as i see the morning light, fate has your eyes shutting to finally get some rest. and my chest becomes heavy with the tears of an upset heart.
"i love you and sometimes it feels like the universe doesn't want me to."
04.10.20
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