And even when we're worlds apart, my soul reaches out to you.

There's something fascinating and subtly terrifying about thunderstorms - the way it touches the ground and the way it cracks the sky open. It's like the angels want to reach out to us, but whenever they get closer, something gets destroyed.

Stop staring at me like that. Your eyes, they pierce through me, they cut me deep. You're searching for something that's not in me.

Stop. Don't step closer. Do not move.
Go.

the sun still rises around 5 am
the trees still sway and the wind still blows
the birds, they chirp; the dogs, they bark
the sky still blasts orange and purple rays around 6 pm

these people around me, they are still the same people that I've known

but without you in it,
it's a totally different day

And I can blame gravity and fate for falling in love, or endlessly compare you to the moon and the stars; or I can just admit that there's something in you that tells me you're my half - maybe it's the way you fix your hair, or the way you bat your eyes, or the way you walk or the way you speak, or even the way you let me have the last piece of fries.

My heart aches and my body longs to be with you. I never knew one can love another person this much.