1st anəˈvərs(ə)rē ; july 27

you asked me to imagine what it must have been like, for the first two people who fell in love; before the word love was conceived. you said it felt like that for you - like we existed in a time before love as though we were waiting for the word to catch up to the feeling. let your mind trace over his tired shoulders. allow your thoughts to linger on that beautiful smile. take a deep breath and try to put those dark thoughts aside. for once let go of the reins you've wrapped so tightly around your heart. i know you are scared. who could blame you?

there was a feeling of inevitability when I met him. the sense that we would be together; that there would be a moment when you would look at me in a certain way, and we would cross the threshold from friendship into something so much more. we spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. how else could we know the worth of what we were given? I think you were always meant to know me a little better than anyone else. and our lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. i know there is a terrible distance between us. but our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.