Nida. This is for the aesthetic thing. Seemed really cool. c:

1, 9 and 13. c: Hope you're having a good day!

You taught me to reach for the moon. You were gone so soon. I couldn't even manage to grasp a few stars. Here I am in the darkest of nights. Tears in my eyes. Unsteady feet. With nothing but the remains of the brightest shooting stars. In these fragile shaking hands. -N.f.

I continue to be his without actually being his. -N.f.

Sometimes I think this is all a dream. And one day I'll wake up to you saying you've had enough. That this is goodbye. Good riddance. And you'll be gone. I'll be empty once again. It'll get bad again. -N.f.

You are a symphony of atoms. A harmony of the universe. A hymn for the fallen. A sermon of the forgotten. With you I am in heaven and in your absence every breath is hell. -N.f.

He is my entire universe and I am a mere shooting star in the galaxy of his existence. -N.f.

People always ask me the silliest questions. They're awfully nosy, they ask me about you. 'Would you still love him if he was terminally ill?' I always say, 'Yes ofcourse. He didn't ask for the illness. ' We may not be married. But in sickness and in health. Til death do us part. They ask, 'Would you still want him if his appearance changed somehow?' I laugh and say, 'Ofcourse silly. Appearances are fluid and ever changing. Personalities aren't. I fell inlove with who he is. Not what he looks like.' And one day they asked me, 'But would you let him go if he didn't want you anymore?' 'You look sad.' They said. I smiled and looked to the sky before sighing, 'He never wanted me. He was never mine to have. But I continue to love him. You can't let go of what you never had.' -N.f.