My love, I miss you.
I think I'll always miss you.
Where are you?

Our sudden meeting was too perfectly orchestrated to be a coincidence.

The instantaneous infatuation too rapid and complex to be left within the jaws of chance.

Our attraction far too intoxicating,
And our connection too rare and pure to be anything other than a story woven by the hands of fate Herself.

I wish I had enough words to express the chaotic paradoxical vortex I feel around you,
And, for now,
your laugh, your lips and your eyes are all that occupies the rapid thunderstorm that rages inside of me.

In me you have ignited a fire as ancient as lightning,
Through you shines light and beauty surpassing an ocean of galaxies,
In your arms lies the secrets of this fleeting Universe,

And with a gentle heartbeat you chant the purest song ever orchestrated.

Yours.
Now,
And forever.

Leo.