One year, since my eyes met with yours.
One year, does that make things clearer, easier?

Less painful.

More of something else.

Despite all of it, my love for you is the march of a million penguins toward a darkened sea.

Forever, my love.


You, across the sea.

Do you ever think of me?

As, I do, you?

All I see is this big infinite blue.

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