one day the sun will explode and as little shards of mars pierce my skull and the sockets of my eyes. i will know that life was meaningful because i was kind, the air was warm, and flowers grew on trees.
when bits of the moon set your hair aflame in a devastating spectacle, it will be worth it to know that in the end, you were here, by my side, as it was always meant to be.
as fragments of our reality splinter into nothing but the freckled space that came before us, the universe will sigh because finally, finally, our souls are intertwined once again.
the end, however is not what brought us together. nor was the beginning. it is the sun in the sky as it burns. it is the moon at night when your eyes are too dark to distinguish pupil from iris. it is the way that my hand brushes yours as cookies burn in our oven.
whimpered grievances and flustered yells litter the streets of our past. nothing hurts quite as much as it did then. the stars in the sky shine brighter because i am not looking at them. i am looking at you.
there is not a screen between us. sometimes but an inch. sometimes less. i wish that i were able to crawl into your skin and make it a home.
