Devotion in Silence

My mind bears the weight of you, a celestial gravity pulling our souls together in an instant—a supernova of connection— after an agonizing year of cosmic drift. It bewilders me how vividly I see you: every freckle a constellation, every lash a delicate shadow brushing my dreams. I have memorized your face as one memorizes starlight, intangible yet eternal. I miss you in ways language cannot contain, a silence louder than a thousand thunderstorms. My fear, like a wildfire, scorches the bridge between us. But how could I dare speak my truth? My love, like the moon’s devotion to the tides, remains steadfast, even in its silence. I love you as the sea caresses the shore, as wax melts to feed the flame’s dance, as a phoenix takes its first breath from ashes. Naturally, endlessly, with purpose. I love you as twilight kisses the horizon, as dawn’s light unravels the night’s mysteries. My love is choice, destiny, and divine providence. For God knew your love would be the compass guiding me back to myself. Even if we are star-crossed travelers, never to know what galaxies we might have built, I am grateful for the singular miracle of meeting you. You, the Eros to my Psyche, the ephemeral love that stole my breath— a fleeting, eternal echo of what might have been.