I love you," he murmured into my hair. "You are my night and stars, the fate I would fix myself to in any life.

I wanted a love thick with time, as inscrutable as if a lathe had carved it from night and as familiar as the marrow in my bones. I wanted the impossible, which made it that much easier to push out of my mind.

I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.

And in such bliss does devastation grow.

Beauty, coveted though it was, could not outlive you. Only actions would.

No matter where we are, we’ll always share the same sky. We can always find each other in the same constellation.