You are just a thought in my head. But maybe that’s alright. Nobody knows you, and that’s okay too. We are small beings in a huge universe. This is what I believe. This is what I love you for. We’re going to change the world one day with our love. Not a “big deal” sort of love, but the love that is quiet, unaltered, almost secret but is known by hundreds. And to those of them that force us together like we aren’t already, then screw them, because they don’t understand us. We are quiet. And that’s fine.
Everyone is born with a pair of wings when they’re first born, and they learn to fly and touch the stars. When two Gems fuse by dancing, they never stop dancing. Everyone sees the world differently; therefore, there are seven billion different worlds in existence. I have galaxies growing inside of me, and stars in my eyes, and music in my head, and the golden flecks of dark blue and light yellow that flow freely through my bloodstream, and all the stories in my head are about to burst out like the seams of a pillow with the fluff inside -
And you make me happy. You are perfect. You are different and that’s amazing. In a world where everyone is out to get you and you feel like you’re the most hated out of them all, you find a way to be positive and still stay smiling. You are wonderful. Just because you have nightmares about the world around us doesn’t mean they come true. Don’t be afraid of that.
I love you to the ends of the Earth, to the far reaches of Home. You and I together make one, and you and I together make them. We shouldn’t be able to but that’s why it’s so refreshing. Because it’s impossible. And we can do it.
I’m sorry that I can never be there for you more than half an hour at a time.
I’m sorry that I’m not there at all.
You’re not real, and that kills me every time I think about you.