Everything feels like you if I vanish deeply enough beneath my own consciousness. The moon quietly rested upon the crescents beneath my eyes, the stars balanced as they attach so gently atop my eyelash treetops, and the ocean waves plummeting down the mountains of my cheekbones, an avalanche of the coolest most viridian-shaded sea to the sheets of the universe beneath. I will fall asleep dreaming of you and the world will become ours in a single moment as the sky tangles itself in memories of your brunette beauty, hairs like waterfalls as they overlap and saturate the clouds with the scent of your perfume. The greenest grass will be replaced with the smoothest flesh, your freckled skin like the gardens of heaven, on our astral universe. Yet, I cannot name what will be our sun. You have far too much perfection and beauty and all of you treats me to life. There cannot be one thing that I love the most about you that will paint our world in light. So I will name our great orange star Our Hearts Entwined as the universe is made in a moment. This will be our Genesis - and now, we must rest. Together to the truest repose, the most wonderful sleep, beside each other in our dreams. I miss you so...
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