Letter for my Dead Star

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How can I tell myself that I do not think of you? How can I make myself believe that I don’t miss you?

But I do…

I do…

Always…I always do…

Although I have always doubted our love, and the existence of a love like ours, I cannot tell myself that I never once hoped that in a different world, in a different dimension, we could be together.

But we are trapped in this course, in this place where there is no “You and i.” Because we both know you love her and I love him as well. So we have to create a different world, a different sky where every night, we would fly together to the moon. There, we are free to profess our love, because there is no him nor her.

And yet, we can never be together, at least according to what the world dictates, because this world cannot grasp a love like ours. But I am happy that in this lifetime, I have met my soulmate.

You are my soulmate.

You are my dead star.

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Galatea Artemis

First prose in a thousand years.