You are not my everything, but you are my night sky. You do not belong to anyone except yourself. As for me, I am a mirror. I’m not the only mirror, but I am a particular mirror. I can show you things about yourself that no one else can. But I can’t show you everything. No one can show you everything.

I love going about in the world with you, watching suns and moons rise and fall in that purple haze that lies outside other people’s field of vision. Things we only see together because of the way we see things together. We hear music only birds hear. We sit in each other’s souls.