Guest Writer 
Dear people I’ve loved before,
You are stars. Constellations above me. Specs of shining gasses that shimmer their grace upon me. And I am here; an observer, with my humble telescope infatuated with your radiance from afar. I dream that someday I may reach the stars and pick them one by one for me to keep. But your beauty is not meant for safeguarding deep within my heart for it is the distance that sets me apart.
My admiration has ebbed and flowed through me like the rain withering rocks. It has completely destroyed and rebuilt me like a castle made of sand. And yet, I still await the day that I could get to experience being built all over again just to topple once more by the delusion i have drowned myself in.
However, I will continue to yearn. I will continue to make ladders that could possibly reach the heavens. I will continue the cycle I have placed myself in for it is the only sliver of love I will get to experience in this lifetime. And if this yearning betrays me and delivers me into my own devastation, then so be it. At the very least I tried. I tried hoping for a tomorrow that will never come. At least I lived a life loving others even if that love will never be sent back my way. A life filled with love is always worth it.
Someday, if the stars align, I might get to experience what it’s like to have warmth fill my core down to the very tips of my fingers, but I know I am still far from that masterpiece because the painter of the art that I am is still just stroking the first few brush strokes onto the canvas. But if they finish, I hope I am someone’s heavenly body on the dark tapestry that is the evening sky. One that is admired, loved, one that is adored, and one that is content.
Hopeful wishes,
Paris in October
To our sender, the universe unfolds in its own time, and when it does, your warmth will be a beacon that attracts someone worthy of its brilliance. Until then, remember that the stars themselves patiently wait for the right moment to shine their brightest, and so do you.
