You exist. Far, far from here. Your heart, your soul, and you. You exist in a world light years away. I want to hold you tightly. And never let you go. Discuss our pasts, and our intertwined futures. Of the stars that aligned for us to meet. Oh how the thought of touching your face makes me ache. I want to be the one you hold dear. So I’ll build a rocket ship, just for you. To let our separate worlds become one, again.
Another bit of trying to sort through my emotions by writing them down. Decided to share as well.