there will come a day when im old amd frail, when im reflecting shades of gray and white, when my skin no longer stretches or pulls miles, as fragile as porcelain, so easily shattered and bruised. I'll be closing my eyes and looking back to my first loves, to a time of sheer innocence, and I'd still remember the happiness you brought me. i'd still laugh that childish giggle from long ago.
I've always compared you to the stars, but i think youre brighter than that. the sun? too broad. the sky? youre prettier to look at. the galaxy? way too small.
youre my universe.
my love for you is infinite. but love is like a pheonix. lives for a long time, and dies. for lucky ones, there's that spark that starts it all over, though im afraid thats not the case with us, but i hope our pheonix lives for a long, long time.
until the pheonix dies, i want to cherish every moment of every day i spend loving you. thank you. for believing in me when i didnt believe in myself. for painting bright strokes on my monochromatic soul. for filling my canvas with colors. for pulling me up to breathe when i was drowning in my thoughts.