She is perfection.

Today the moon smiled back at her. The lighting kissed her face just right. Illuminated her eyes. Perfected her already alluring appearance.

I consider her gravity to be intoxicating. She pulls my tides as if she was the moon herself. If goddesses exist I’m sure she’s one walking. If the moon had an essence I’m sure it’d be her.

She’s my light. All-ways.

Tonight the pasta was bad. But the vibe was good. A night could never be wasted when it’s spent with the one that guides my heart. Who’s light illuminates my darkest nights. Who’s presence is the biggest happiness in my recent memory. Who is the moon to my dark times.

I honour her before you dear God. I honour her before the moon. I thank everything that made her who she is.

Im currently looking out my window and im thanking the moon for blessing me with nights I can spend with this girl. I thank Dockyard for being our friend.

She’s perfect.

We go through phases like the moon. And my next goal is to build with her during this new moon phase. Start new. Reconnect. Shine bright into our next full moon which will be a forever thing.

Perfection is rare. And she’s as rare as it flipping gets.

P.S.

Nobody could pull me the way that you do.
The weight on my shoulders is less a problem when you come around.
I’d bring the fight to anyone who decided to even attempt to bring you down.
You’re worth it all.