it’s absurd. because i’d want you, anyway. i’d want you over and over and over again. that if the universe would allow it, i would rewrite the stars and form constellations where our fate would no longer be a thousand light years away from one another and the meteoroids no longer confuse us as sinful stellars of no order. it’s absurd and so maddening. but i archly didn’t want to lose my midnight dance against the celestial sky of respected concordance.
