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Nov 2013
Numbers create limits,
but infinity is forever,
never wrapping our possibilities up
in the restrictions of time or measurements.

You and I are infinite.
For infinity does not have definition.
No beginning, no end,
it’s just always been there,
both known and unknown,
eyes opened that have been closed
for the first few years of our young lives.

I saw you and knew.
That infinity defined us.
Like the stars in the sky,
twinkling in their infinite numbers,
countless, like the fireflies that lit my backyard
when you told me that you loved me
like you loved the way the light from the fireflies danced
in perfect rhythm with the stars in my eyes.

Infinity defines the love I feel for you,
though miles eventually split us apart.
But those miles have a number to define them.
My darling, my love does not.
My love is infinite.
Existing alone in this world of infinite unique loves.

I hope that you look at the stars.
Because I look at the stars,
and see us.
The stars we see are not there anymore,
existing previously in skies miles away
but now only their imprint is left for us to gaze upon,
to wish upon.

You, are a star.
You were once with me,
Lighting up every single one of my days,
wrapping me up in your endless light
as you twinkled in the sky full of other stars.

Out of this sky of twinkling stars,
I chose you to whisper all of my wishes to.
And now all I have left is an imprint of you
to gaze upon,
to wish upon.

Why do we wish on something
that isn't there anymore?
Because we have hope.
Hope, my love, is what I have.
Hope for us, hope for you,
hope that I could pour out my love for you
into the night sky and light it up
with stars once more.
I would bring those imprints
of twinkling pasts to the present for you.

So let’s be infinite together.
Let’s forget the numbers, the ages,
the time restrictions and the miles, that bind us up.
Let’s break those bindings, and be free.
Because those numbers create limits,
but infinity is forever,
never wrapping our possibilities up
in the restrictions of time or measurements.

So like the stars,
twinkle with me,
throughout all of time,
where our story has been written in the constellations
sense the birth of the infinite universe.
Ruthie Harrison
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