I know my night is your noon,

But at least we get to share the same sky and dream under
the same blanket of breathtaking stars,
We get to breathe the same air,
We are even comprised of the same stardust,

Most importantly our souls are made up of the things that rattle the most fearless people,
That move writers, artists,
That shake entire universes,
That breathe life into everything they touch,
That love,
so deeply, so desperately, so profoundly,
That wrap themselves around each other,
In a mess of thoughts and ideas,
Completely enveloping each other in their infinite love.

Our bodies might be separated by this distance,
This distance that seems to span entire light years instead of oceans,

But my love,
Our souls have been intertwined from the beginning of time,

The stars told me they quietly watched our souls colliding like two meteorites,
An explosion of two very strong personalities,
We weren’t pastel pink and baby blue,
We were Jet black and the deepest shade of burgundy,
even before the earth was formed,
The time our galaxy was still fast asleep.

Our souls haven’t left each other a nano second since they collided.

Magic, stardust and hope holding them together,
Fate protecting us fiercely.

This is meant to be,
We are meant to be,
No distance can change that,
Because our souls recognized each other from two ends of the universe,

It took decades, centuries, eons for them to find each other,

We can’t just throw something like that away,

We can’t give up on us,
For the universe has conspired to bring us together long before me and you were born,
When the sun was still young,
The planets not even conceived yet,
The sun’s rays kissing every part of our galaxy, trying to create life in space.

You need to believe in me,
The sun, the stars,
the galaxies are proof that there is a certain kind of magic at play,
The same magic that bought us together,
In this place,
In this time,
In this very moment,

This very moment that fate thought would be perfect for us to collide the way we did,
Just like our souls collided eternities ago.

Everything is a sign screaming that your hand belongs in mine,
That every inch of you is something I want to see everyday I wake up,
Drenching me in liquid gold sunshine and a bucketful of twinkling stars.

Your soul makes my soul shake softly with laughter,
It makes my soul burn brighter than the light of a billion suns,
It lifts the heaviness, the inconsolable sadness that sits deep within me,
And sets it free.

My dear,
Distance is so minute compared to the enormity of the feelings I have for you.

-distance cannot separate souls, then what happened to us?

And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.

I’m too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again.

I. When he kisses you, you can taste the metal and stardust that run through your veins and you’re sure you don’t want to taste anything else.

II. When she kisses you, you’re reminded of that first ray of sunlight in the morning. Like warm and hope has a taste and you’re lucky to be allowed to experience it.

III. When his hands run through your body, you feel alive. There’s fire right under your skin and you’re whole.

IV. When her hands run through your body, you feel perfect. There’s nothing else you could be, nothing you’d rather be, than under that touch.

V. When he smiles at you, you feel like screaming. There’s no love in you to be found but he doesn’t believe your words when you whisper it to him.

VI. When she smiles at you, you feel dirty. Like a sinner brought to confession but there’s no soul to save. You were made like this but when you tell her to leave she shakes her head and says you love her too.

VII. When you’re finally alone in bed and his taste is only a ghost, you wonder why the universe made you.

VIII. When you’re finally alone in bed and her taste is only a ghost, you wonder why it’s dark outside.

IX. When the fire runs out, you bite your tongue so you won’t ask him to leave.

X. When the hands stop touching you, you smoke a cigarette, because you know she won’t kiss you while the smell lingers.

XI. When you scream, you’re brutal. Everything you say cuts him, but he wasn’t listening to you.

XII. When you confess, you’re feral. But you don’t like to feel trapped and slam the door as you leave, because she wasn’t listening to you.

XIII. When your house is silent and empty, you take a deep breath and wonder why you had to sabotage it too.

You are far in distance but close to my heart.