We are so in love.

There are times when all I can hear is my words echoing from years gone by and finally making their way to today. To no periods and more run on sentences with “I love you” and “You mean the world” and “This is meant to be” scattered between every other breath.

I watch you turn more and more into a version of yourself you are infatuated with. A version with me interlaced with kisses from your forehead down to your toes. I am yours and you are mine.

We talk about how insignificant other souls are in comparison to each other’s. We laugh about the seemingly most inconsequential of things.

And yet, they mean more than the eternal milkiness of this galaxy.

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