On Love and Mild Cosmic Concern
Beautiful line. Mildly alarming romantic imagery.
If I saw you gazing at the stars with awe, I think I’d become at least a little envious of the sky.
But honestly? I just like the idea of being the man who actually pays attention. The man who appreciates your beauty—seeing the human, sure, but also seeing the slopes, the valleys, all the little crevices… the intricate fjords of your soul.
I want to be the one who keeps you in my mind’s eye when you’re not in my eye eye. But I swear to the Great Old One itself that I’m not an eldritch horror.
