In my dreams, we’re walking along the edge of the universe. My love for you is like the **** sun, burning miles away and lighting up brightly than any other star. Time isn’t real here; there’s only us and couple million flowers. Forever. But then again, my dreams aren’t real either. And forever doesn’t exist for anyone.
We are together in each universe. We are calm in every reality. I’m tired of all these parallel universes teasing my head where we’re together.
I wanted to love you significantly; leaving small kisses on your heart.
Then teach me to have the same wounds so we could match.  
Today my best friend asked me, “Baby, how many ******* times do you think of this darling devil of yours a day!?” and I said, “Well, I guess just once because ever since I  met him, he hasn’t left my  ******* mind...”
I dance with you on our string of stars. And when I laugh with my preschoolers I wish you could see these young pieces of love just so they could make you laugh too.
Sunsets still remind me of you because they make me miserable and blissful simultaneously. Being able to watch something leave, like the sun, excited for him to bring light to someone else while leaving me.  
I’m still convinced you’re the only one who makes the sky blush and flush like I did when I was with you. But it’s been raining and snowing ever since you left. All I think I ever wanted was to watch the sun rise and set with you.
When it rains the raindrops and thunder tell me; “you’re lucky that he’s caused tears to fall from your eyes. Doesn’t it make you feel alive?”
“Yes, it does. Less cynical too. Recklessly so.” I cry back.