I find myself lost most of the time. Lost in these stories that I make up in my own mind, stories about you and I living our forever.
I am looking at you while I write this. We’re under the stars on this cold night talking about our future together while the warmth of your body against mine makes me forget all my woes.
I stare at you while you look away. Engraining this moment deep in my memory. I wish I was the plenipotentiary of time himself so that I could live in this moment forever. But what is the point of a moment if it is not fleeting.
As we embrace underneath the constellations you tell me that I am your forever and beyond.
How I wish I could stop the sands of time from flowing. Time is the most torturous music that the planets make.
Do you have a 100 words for me, love? Because I have only 3.
~True love stories never have endings~