The moon has its way of getting to me. Last time I looked at the moon through my telescope was with you. It was cold and dark, but you came out anyway to look at it with me. Now you're miles away and all I can do is imagine you. I imagine the very last second that I got to touch your beautifully lightly tanned skin while looking into your golden eyes. I'd love to kiss every part of you and melt into your honey skin that lies against mine.

You're an enigma to me but you're the greatest specimen that I ever wished to study. You're something in this unexplainable world that I feel makes sense.

Send me on a rocket ship with you. I'd explore the ends of the universe with you, travelling interstellar. I'd love to see a supernova, better yet, a hypernova with you. Yes, it would kills us, but the last image that I ever want to see...is you. Standing behind a blood stained supernova, together with you.

- Julicia Salvatore