Jan. 26, 2017
What if you come back and you no longer feel I am enough? What if you decide there was someone out there better for you in the military, someone that understood you better, to keep up with you? I want to kiss your forehead, one of the most innocent forms of cariño. My head hurts. I wonder how you are growing and becoming. Six month is a long time but nothing compared to the pain that had to be found beforehand. To exist in the same timeline as you is to watch a ceremony in its highest form. You are the softest and sweetest wind to ever touch this earth. How you shift galaxies inside of every person you touch, so much that you forever leave traces of stardust behind. You are magic. I love you.
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