i was just thinking of you again. when am i not, though? i love how no matter what i’m doing, i’m thinking of you.
i was thinking of the stars tonight. it’s been a while since i saw many in the northern hemisphere, but the stars.... they’re infinite. pinpricks of light splayed across an azure sky, but there are also stars in your eyes, too, like your very own constellation. they’re beautiful.
this thought was one which only struck me recently, but yet sometimes... i’m afraid of the stars. their infinite nature scares me, but they also make me think. i’m afraid of the multitude of answers to the universe -- to love, to the stellar destiny of love and life themselves interwoven by those stars, dreams, hopes. i’m afraid of what i don’t know.
i don’t know if i’ll hold your hand for another 576 days, whether i may look at you with that same revered adoration which always sends my face into a smile whenever i see you. i simply seek the answers to questions i may never know the answers to.... but with you, i feel less like this. i don’t question anything, feeling as though a blindfold is placed over my eyes as i walk, with you, my guardian angel, to guide me. i accept the answers handed to me and hold them close, yet they will never hold a place as prevalent as you.
is this love? not wanting to question a thing, the feeling it gives — like the stars aligned, fate working within our favour? no longer am i searching for the universe’s faults, for my own faults, for every action of mine and of the universe’s accord, of the beings reigning above them, led me to you. and so, my love,,
i regret nothing.