"Did you write about him?" he asked me one day.

"In a sense," I began, "yes. I wrote of moments I wished had happened. Moments I wanted to experience. Moments I believed could be real but hadn't yet been. I wrote about what I dreamed it would be like falling in love, falling asleep to my lover's heartbeat, falling into a daydream thinking of him. I wrote about the sky feeling more blue and the grass more green, the stars shining that much brighter and the moon being that much closer. All of these poems I wrote while by his side, I wrote while he ignored me. Or maybe he forgot I was there. He didn't care for me, he didn't make me feel special. But these poems I wrote, I was simply dreaming of what could be with you. And I hadn't even met you yet."

I used to spend my days wandering this little earth, basking in solitude and repose. It was an enchanting place to be. I made friends with the trees and sang with the wrens. I cried with the rain and danced with the wind. I wrote poems with the moon and fell in love with the sky.

It was a cozy little world, but something always felt missing. I let few people in, if any at all. When this little world began to crumble, I didn't know what to do. It wasn't the first time, but it sure felt like the last.

Then, when you walked in, nothing happened. Silence fell. Everything stopped. You intrigued me and I invited you in, and suddenly, my little world didn't seem so small anymore. Gardens were blooming, the stars were smiling, and the moon sighed with relief. Happiness filled the air and my little world felt whole. Thank you.

The Sailor

His eyes reminded me of the ocean. They were a beautiful hurricane of pure blues and kept promises. They were deep and full of mystery. Although I was never certain what could be found in its farthest depths, looking from the shoreline, I knew it'd be magical. The tides pulled me in and I felt an immediate sense of repose. The air was crisp and a gentle breeze passed by me. I smiled and dove into the spellbound sea with nothing but a hopeful heart and an awakened soul. I had never felt more at peace. I knew I belonged there and I trusted the waves. This was my home.

Our fate is written in the stars and as cliché as that may sound, I want you to believe it with every ounce of your being. I want that to be what pushes you through every bad day and comforts you when you're sad. I know the what ifs are scary, but the way our souls dance could bring light to even the darkest corners of the universe. Call me crazy, but this love, this giant, beautiful, wonderful passion we are feeling is strong enough to collapse any star, anywhere in the sky, but I know it won't. I know it won't because our love is gentle, our love is kind. Our love is magic and we are but our own star, gleaming in our own sky, falling in love continually, and never letting go.