꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

MY GOD, MY UNIVERSE

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🌸་༘࿐

There are flowers that bloom for the sun, others for the dark, and some that bloom simply because someone once believed in them.

You were that last kind.

My clematis beneath an endless sky.
My fragile piece of heaven in a universe that forgot softness.

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I don't remember when I started calling you my universe.

Maybe when everything went quiet the moment I saw you. Maybe when your voice became the only sound I could recognize.

Or maybe it was always meant to be.

Because what else could I call the one who made every star feel closer?

You were never just a star.

You were the sky itself.

𓆩♡𓆪

My god, my universe.

If heaven had a name, it would sound like you.

If angels could bloom, they would look like clematis.

And if love is sacred, then I have been worshipping you in silence for an eternity.

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I would find you in every constellation, every garden, every lifetime.

Even if the sky went dark, even if every flower disappeared, some part of me would still know you.

Because some people become the way we remember everything else.

You became that.

The color of my sunsets.
The silence between songs.
The warmth of distant stars.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🌙་༘࿐

Maybe a universe is beautiful not because it lasts, but because it exists at all.

And for a moment, we existed together.

So if someone asks me what heaven looked like, I won't speak of gates or angels.

I'll speak of you.

Of your smile.
Of a world that felt less empty when you were near.
Of a clematis growing beneath an impossible sky.

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My god, my universe.

My clematis. My constellation.

If the universe ends, I hope it remembers your name.

And if another begins, I hope I find you again beneath a different sky.

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱
𓆩🌸𓆪