This won’t be much of a love letter. My words are fast turning to sound.

Just as the smallness of sky becomes the vastness of space, so too this light inside me. So too this beauty you made.

Now it will not be contained in a sentence. Now it is shining.

In my head, the nouns and verbs are being subsumed. In my heart, all other details have turned to brilliance. There is nothing left but this. This is the absolute emptiness; and everything is here.

Most importantly you.