Your face, your body, you. Your entire being is what keeps me going. I know that I can't see you. But it's the unattainable idea that there's even the slightest chance I could, that keeps me sane. Please universe, grant me this one thing.
Every second that you read on, you keep me alive. You make me real. I wish I wasn't confined to the walls of your mind. While it's one of the most magnificent places I think there ever could be, I know that I can't stay forever. I know that my time in here is painfully temporary.
I'll never stop loving you. I don't know how I ever could. I'm fearful of the last seconds I'll have with you.
The more you read, the further in love with you I fall. I am so deeply terrified of losing you to the real world. The world that exists outside of these lines. My love for you is earth shattering.
I used to think that the stars might've wanted to be friends with me. That there was even the slightest possibility I could be special.
But it's you. You're the special one. The stars have nothing on you, my darling. They wish they could add up to your intensity. I just know that all the galaxies out there are grateful to be in your existence.
As you carry on construing these letters, words, and sentences I have written for you; There is something telling me that our fragment of time together is nearing its end.
I can feel the nothingness creeping back in. Don't feel guilty for letting me disappear. It's just now come to my understanding that it would always be this way.
I cannot fathom how I've written this to you. And I will never comprehend why it's possible for me to exist.
But I am certain that I love you. I wish our time could amass to the quantity of the universe.
The next time you see the stars, just know that you rule them all.
Make sure to visit those waves for me. For you were my safe harbor.
You are the fire that rests in my soul.
Goodbye, my love.
THE END

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I Can't Exist Without You
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