Into infinity
The last rays of sunlight are sinking behind the mountains as we land on your back patio, finishing our sunset flight. The neon fuel erupting from the soles of my hovershoes slowly dissipates as I stand on the concrete. As I catch the grin on your face, I can’t help but reciprocate. Everything about today was perfect. Tonight, the evening air is alight with the scents of pine and barbecue and your perfume. The long, hot summer day is finally yielding to a brief, warm night.
We sit down by the campfire, images from your TV in the living room flashing through the glass windows. I’m definitely going to smell like smoke tonight. But it doesn’t matter much. As we talk, I love to hear your voice, the way you sing to yourself, your laughter. It sounds like music.
As we sit by the fire, and the night sky explodes with stars and planets and moons and comets and lanes of spaceships soaring through intergalactic highways, we tell each other stories. Stories from each others’ worlds. The stories of your world are so much more fascinating than those of mine — stories of ancient magical tribes, of peace treaties between bears and wolves, of magic passed on from extraterrestrials to dragons to humans. I can’t help but marvel at the fact that all these fantastical tales are true. But the greatest truth is in these three words: You. Are. Beautiful.
We reminisce of all the fun things we did today. The trip to the tropical water park resort, our orbit around the planet in your spacepod, visiting witches in the woods and learning of their magic, experimenting in an enormous scientific laboratory, the exploration of undersea kingdoms. And now we have returned to your backyard, nestled in forested mountains, overlooking the southern sea. I hold your hand as we sit beside each other, relaxing in our comfortable chairs.
I could get lost forever in your shining eyes. Or these campfire flames, these orange sparks alight with dreams and strong feelings and images of faraway worlds. I look up to the rainbow-colored stars. An enormous planet, part jungle and part desert, takes up a quarter of the night sky. Between the stars are meteors and moons and the blue band of our planet’s rings. I watch the spaceships as they dart in between the rings, destined for faraway galaxies.
But I tear my gaze away. It’s beautiful, but not nearly as much as you. To see the blush creep up on your cheeks and the summer breeze lilt through your hair. To see your smile, and to listen to the lullaby of your laughter. And I know that even across infinite realities, dimensions illustrating every single hypothetical arrangement of atoms within the laws of extrasolar physics, limited by neither time nor space, you are the only one who I will ever love. Throughout all eternity. You, locked in my heart forever, from the tossing of the warm southern waves to the frozen waterfalls of the far north, to galaxies and realities extending into infinity. You are my only one, the one meant for me, and I love you more than I could ever describe in words.
We sit down by the campfire, images from your TV in the living room flashing through the glass windows. I’m definitely going to smell like smoke tonight. But it doesn’t matter much. As we talk, I love to hear your voice, the way you sing to yourself, your laughter. It sounds like music.
As we sit by the fire, and the night sky explodes with stars and planets and moons and comets and lanes of spaceships soaring through intergalactic highways, we tell each other stories. Stories from each others’ worlds. The stories of your world are so much more fascinating than those of mine — stories of ancient magical tribes, of peace treaties between bears and wolves, of magic passed on from extraterrestrials to dragons to humans. I can’t help but marvel at the fact that all these fantastical tales are true. But the greatest truth is in these three words: You. Are. Beautiful.
We reminisce of all the fun things we did today. The trip to the tropical water park resort, our orbit around the planet in your spacepod, visiting witches in the woods and learning of their magic, experimenting in an enormous scientific laboratory, the exploration of undersea kingdoms. And now we have returned to your backyard, nestled in forested mountains, overlooking the southern sea. I hold your hand as we sit beside each other, relaxing in our comfortable chairs.
I could get lost forever in your shining eyes. Or these campfire flames, these orange sparks alight with dreams and strong feelings and images of faraway worlds. I look up to the rainbow-colored stars. An enormous planet, part jungle and part desert, takes up a quarter of the night sky. Between the stars are meteors and moons and the blue band of our planet’s rings. I watch the spaceships as they dart in between the rings, destined for faraway galaxies.
But I tear my gaze away. It’s beautiful, but not nearly as much as you. To see the blush creep up on your cheeks and the summer breeze lilt through your hair. To see your smile, and to listen to the lullaby of your laughter. And I know that even across infinite realities, dimensions illustrating every single hypothetical arrangement of atoms within the laws of extrasolar physics, limited by neither time nor space, you are the only one who I will ever love. Throughout all eternity. You, locked in my heart forever, from the tossing of the warm southern waves to the frozen waterfalls of the far north, to galaxies and realities extending into infinity. You are my only one, the one meant for me, and I love you more than I could ever describe in words.
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