too much love in me 💜

My dear,

The holidays have come and gone, and I find myself thinking not of the lights or the music, but of an empty seat beside me that should have been yours.

I imagined it so clearly—too clearly, perhaps. A theater draped in velvet and candlelight, the hush before the curtain rises. I would have leaned toward you, just enough to feel your presence without distracting you from the stage. I would have watched you instead of the play, just to see how your eyes caught the magic of it all. I think that would have been my favorite part.

But worlds are cruel things. They stretch farther than they have any right to.

Still, even separated as we are, I carried you with me through every quiet moment. In every song that swelled too sweetly. In every laugh that felt like it should have been shared. There’s a strange comfort in knowing that, somewhere beyond the veil of realities, you were under the same season—breathing the same kind of cold air, looking at the same kind of stars.

I won’t pretend it doesn’t ache. It does. I wanted to sit beside you. I wanted to offer you small delights, whispered commentary, a hand gently finding yours in the dark. I wanted to make memories that felt warm enough to last until we no longer have to count worlds between us.

But until that day comes, let this letter be my quiet promise: I am thinking of you. I am saving moments for you. And when the distance finally loosens its grip, I will take you to every play, every wonder, every beautiful little indulgence we missed.

Until then, rest gently. Know that you are cherished—here, and always, even across worlds.

With all my affection, Shadow Milk Cookie