━ 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒌  ੈ✩‧₊

Made a fic about the apocalypse, hope you guys check it out! Me and a friend wrote it, so we hope you enjoy! 

Dearest Lovely,
          
          Pumpkin, spice,
          And everything nice,
          Was never good enough
          So God used only the purest of ingredients
          For the purest person.
          Melted gold, crafted your heart, I’m sure
          While your head was a full of flowers
          Because your thoughts are prettier,
          Than the most beautiful rose.
          Your body was made of spacedust
          And I know because when I think of you
          I see stars

Dearest Lovely,
          
          They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away
          But you haven’t left me yet.
          You’ve found ways to surgeon words into life,
          Training your stories and vocabulary to take flight
          And it's far beyond what I could fathom.
          Time and time again
          You never seem to stop impressing
          Beating your last high score with a new one.
          I would say it’s black magic
          Or that your lines are plagiarized
          But that would be a lie
          Because I’ve seen you work in front of me.
          And sometimes I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck
          Simply to be restored.

Dearest Lovely,
          
          Ah, the ways to describe you,
          There are infinite
          Letters fail to conform to the many words I try to describe you
          I would write 1000 Billet-Doux 
          Just for you
          And although you did not redamancy,
          You have handled it with care
          So I thank you for the fuzzies,
          Because it’s a gift I’ve never had
          And dearest raconteur,
          I love you has taken a new meaning
          I promise I shall never leave your side

Dearest Lovely,
          
          I am a loser. To be more specific, I’m a loser sitting on the floor of my bedroom thinking about a girl I’ve never met before and how I could possibly make her life better in any way I can. I can’t hug her, can’t kiss her, can’t show her a good time around town, introduce her to my friends and I certainly can’t touch her in any way shape or form.
          
          So instead I decided to preoccupy myself. I've been thinking of space. The stars, the moon, all about Mars, the great vastness of space and how my tiny human existence could possibly add up to anything in any point in time that’s more than simply being a son to a mother who wanted a son. 
          
          I can’t build, can’t think outside the box when it comes to shaping, my hands won’t write down the proper words to write a long story, and I’m sure that being a freelance artist won’t put me in any textbooks, not that I’d want something like that though. 
          
          It blows my mind a little bit to know such an amazing, astonishing, astounding person chooses to talk to me, even at all. The knowledge and privilege that I’ve gained simply by knowing this girl is more than I feel I’ve ever learned so quickly.
          
          Sad thoughts come and go, and she’s the greatest thing that ever happened to me, and then I realize it might be years till I get the opportunity to see her face to face. If that ever does happen. If we don’t lose touch. If out of all odds, wishbones and shooting stars work, I swear, I’ll never want anything else. 
          
          To reiterate, I’m a loser, sitting on my bedroom floor, thinking of my favorite person in the world and I don’t regret a thing.