If I could I would write you a love story. It would be a story about the stars and the souls of the dead, who never really leave us. A story about gods and heroes, and the impossible hope that in the end, everything will turn out ok. It would be a sad story, because of the loneliness of space, because every planet is an island, and there is distance between us all.

If I wrote you a love story it would be full of silences and waiting. Waiting for sleep, waiting for you. It would be a story about beauty – the moon reflecting off the water, the infinite embrace of the universe, your eyes.

It would be a story about stupid lies, and how we hurt each other. How I hurt you. It would be a story about years wasted, and tears, and how hard it is to forget, how much harder it is to remember, and live.

But most of all, about hope.

If I could, I would write you a love story so true that you would see yourself in it, you would see us. And I would say, “You are perfect.” And you would believe me.

If I could, I would write you a love story and I would sign it: “I love you.”

If I could.

I don’t think we’ll ever be good with words.

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