I am drunk on the thought of you, a secret whispered to the stars, concealed in the spaces between them. You are my hidden addiction, a craving that pulses in the quiet hours when the world is asleep, and the universe itself feels like a conspirator in our affair. I trace your name on the surface of the moon, letters that only I can see, a code written in the dust of my desire.

The galaxies swirl, a cosmic dance, but my orbit is fixed on you. You are the gravity that pulls me close, the force that bends light and time, that distorts my reality until all that exists is the curve of your smile, the echo of your voice in my mind. Every star that burns is a spark of my longing, each a tiny flame that consumes me slowly, until there is nothing left but the ashes of my restraint.

I have made a home in the shadows, a place where our love is safe, untouched by the prying eyes of daylight. Here, in this hidden universe of ours, I can worship you in silence, my prayers carried on the wind, lost in the noise of the cosmos. You are my beautiful secret, the dark matter that fills the empty spaces in my soul, unseen yet powerful, holding me together even as I unravel in your absence.

So, I confess to the universe, to the void that listens without judgment: I am addicted to you. My love for you is the pulse of a dying star, intense, all-consuming, destined to burn out, and yet, I can't let go. I cling to the hope that somewhere, in the infinite expanse, there is a place where we can exist without fear, without hiding, a world where my addiction to you is no longer a secret but a truth that sets us free.