FINAL DESTINY

If it's real, you won't have to constantly remind them of what they should be doing. If it's real, everything will be 50/50. If it's real, they will always meet you half way. In every decision. In every plan. In every move. In every situation. If it's real, you won't have to force it. You’ll just know. You’ll just feel it. You’ll just stay.

⋆⋇♡ We fell in love through screens, through satellites that carried our words across the aching void. Night by night, we spoke bout hands on bodies and lips on skin. After the silence, I would think of all the girls made of flesh and bone within your arms reach. As winter gave way to summer, the dust moves dancing in the sunlight blurred into pixels and I gave my heart to a photograph. I wondered how I could be so afraid of losing someone that wasn't mine. Then came the crossed wires, the signal jam. The static that grew between us —its dull, murmuring protest. And I would question if there were others just like me, who had found themselves caught in your orbit. Whether I was just another celestial body, sent up from ground; when the moon —the original satellite— is the only one you see from where you're standing.