semirama reblogged
home acrylic and oil on paper
Before, it had always just seemed empty — the absence of light. A black hole that pulled everything towards it, even her. Now, though, when she peered down into it, staring into the depths of his person, she could see something else: the starry face of heaven, beautiful and intricate. Constellations, galaxies, whole universes in one man. Seeing him this way was more intimate than anything else about their night. Her fingertips traced so hesitantly over his cheeks, as though he might shatter beneath her if she pressed too hard. “My love,” he continued, his two whispered words so full of devotion that she had to close her eyes for a moment in order to take it all in. “Can you see me?” She nodded, suddenly feeling choked by her own emotion. Against her fingers, she could feel his smile. He wanted so badly to be seen. “I see you,” she said, the words truer this night than any other time she’d uttered them. Then, pressing her lips against his forehead, she whispered again, “I see you.”
