I keep bouncing between praying you never leave and debating if we actually belong together.
Maybe there is somebody healthier for each of us, but gosh do I cry at the thought of not being with you. I need you and only you. Maybe I’ll never find somebody to make me happy again.
Shoreline of the Universe- Bill Dickinson
Against dark rifts of interstellar dust, the ebb and flow of starlight along the Milky Way looks like waves breaking on a cosmic shore in this night skyscape…
You’re making me go mad, Effy. And that’s exactly what love is supposed to do.