“I love you, Blue. Have I always? Haven’t I? When did it happen? Or has it always happened?”
“There was, I am sure, a time I did not know you. Or did I dream that me, as I have so often dreamed of you?”
“… I want to fix you a bouquet of them, gathered across eight hundred thousand years, so you can draw our whole engagement in a single breath, all the ages we’ve shaped together.”
😭😭😭
— Apr 09, 2025 10:38AM
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