I think of us as planets.
We circle around each other’s orbits infinitely.
We are pulled into the same story with each incarnation,
but refined more purely with each succession.

I have not, and will not glimpse the presence of our Creator in any being as intensely as in you.

After those hours spent swallowed up by your eyes, I was afraid that I would wake in the morning, and it would all have been a dream.
In fact, I am still vaguely afraid.
Do not be a mirage.