Dear...

A prophecy given to an immortal being, which shows the downfall of their reign.

One day you'll love him.

Maybe not now but you will

and he'll love you.

So much

Too much

You're two people that make one whole heart 

so cheers to the miracle of you.

You'll be happy,

young and full of life 

Both of you

but then he won't.

Life will make you watch as the sun swallows his soul, 

burning him up.

Your once clean hands stained with the ashes of his memories.

Of life

Of  love

Of you

But you won't lose him at once

because love is cruel 

and spiteful

You'll have to cry while struggling to count the ever-fading constellations that once thrived in the galaxy of his eyes.

Until they're gone.

And his eyes stay closed.

Yours staying open,

Forevermore.

Author's Note

Please ignore and grammar problems/mistakes