To my eternal sun, My love for you did not begin. It did not end. What we share is not a chronological feat. It is a promise of its own. It is the most basic form of trust. It can be broken and rebuilt. It can fade and reignite. But it cannot be stolen. Not even by death. We were an eclipse. A moment the sun and moon met. A flash of light wherein hope reached for despair and they embraced, whether it be for a single moment or eternity. Tonight, I will climb to the rooftop thinking of you. My ghosts roam beside me, a missing lung, a missing heart, and a missing mind returned by the night. I
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