Goodnight…

Good evening, my beautiful love.

It occurred to me… maybe I write all of these things to you because I've been trying to find words that are as pretty as you are… and failing time and again. Because, really… what even could be? Nothing is as pretty as you are, my love, inside and out. No words, no scenic waterfall, no jungle vista… Nothing. Stack even just the smallest parts of you… your eyes, or your lips… against the most beautiful sights in the universe… the Pillars of Creation, or the Milky Way splashed across a desert sky… and the universe always pales in comparison.

But all of you… all together…

Nothing stands a chance. Nothing.

I miss you, my star. I miss your thoughts. I miss your voice. I miss you. I'm thinking of you, always.

Love,
♒️