to my best friend: I don’t know where our souls go when we die but the universe is incredibly never-ending and I hope with all my heart that our souls will find each other again.
to the boy I love: You are the constellations that I want tattooed on my right hand and the dots of light I wish upon at night. I go to bed pondering our connection because there has to be a connection because nothing has ever felt as right as admiring a sky full of stars.