I stand here in the core of the night believing how great it is to touch your face. How seeing your eyes so close to mine and thinking they’re looking back at me, just me.

Loving you was ever so easy; I must accept I didn’t put much effort into it. Not loving that smile would be like not loving to have a lungful of air.

But loving your soul is not as simple. To love your soul is to love something so divine, so adorable, so unequaled, something so by all accounts unreachable… but I will drag my sanity to its limit to do so.

We have an era to ourselves, we have centuries to talk, and all the time in the world… but I’m sorry to say we only have one moment for one thing and I will ask no more; I ask that when you kiss me, don’t do it with just passion, but kiss like it’s meant to be. Let all the stars in the heavens guide you, in a world full of bliss. Kiss me like you would never, as if it were your last first kiss.