Across the Universe

Notes to the loved, the lost, the wandering.

You help me to not be afraid to show how I really feel. 


Even when my insecurities get the best of me, you never let me falter. Thank you for that. 

You’ve caught me a few times this week, when I hadn’t even realized I was falling. 

You’re who I’ve been waiting for, even after I started to believe you didn’t exist.

This morning was nice. A touch of reality, a bit of what it could be like when distance is no longer a factor. 

You make me want to handwrite in great sweeping strokes, with flowing letters taller than I can possibly reach.

Who even are you? Who am I? How… are we even real?

I realize you have a brother but if you ever get married, I want to be your best man.

I was just reminded by a co-worker, “You have to put things into perspective. Jobs come and go. People don’t.”

I wish I could tell you but I’m not sure if we’re speaking yet.

I’m starting to suspect that you actually do want more from me but you know you’re not in a position to reciprocate. That’s what’s holding you back. 

We are so opposite in all the ways that work together. Make no mistake, I still want you. I just want them too. 

I was wrong. It was a beautiful idea. Thank you for proving me wrong. 

Maybe that was a bad idea. I forgot how attracted I am to you. Now I want you and you’re possibly with someone else. This seems familiar. 

I love that I can make you feel something, even after all this time apart, despite your best intentions. 

The candles are mine now. 

It really does feel like we’ve known each other forever except we don’t really know each other at all. 

You wanted me to turn around, I wanted you to follow me. 

And now I’m starting to see you in the faces of random people I meet. 

We’ll never get older, you and I. We live in that moment, that night you showed me everything that mattered to you and then some. It took me too long to realize you were trying so hard to close off because you’d opened further than you meant to. 

I want it to be you. I want it to be me. I want us to just be. 

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