To her—

“When I talk to you, or look at you, its like everyone else disappears. When you’re around I just can’t seem to focus. It’s like you’re all that exists. And then I remember that the way I see you isn’t the way you see me, and it sucks a bit. It’s not that I didn’t know that from before, it just hits a bit harder each time I see your face, or hear your voice, or simply, think of you. Your existence makes me tremble with both pleasure and sorrow.”

— intergalartic // Letters Edition 

(photograph by Jennifer Stenglein)