It’s all a process of trying to learn to live contently again without you, like an oxymoron but I know that’s what love is.
Constantly inconstant, perfect chaos.
Like the moons of Pluto, tumbling around the same facet, yet being pulled in different directions by uncontrollable forces around us.
Out in the deep cold of space we choose to stay because I am there for you and you are there for me.
Endlessly we will change courses but still we will revolve for just that glimpse of each other.