Love letter # 530

Between us, a pact, a language, a force. Ineffable. Undeniable. That thing we have. Our way of seeing. Bleeding. Though, at times, we differ, we remain the same. Because we know.

Sometimes, it is a sound, the deep wave of a bell. At others, a translucence. Or a space, quiet and awesome. Our beautiful annihilation. The ecstasy of union. Dissolution.

Our love is unmade. Formless. Without objective. We vanish into it, and are thus found. This is our blessing. All other distinctions are irrelevant.