To my Clementine,

As you know, words fail me due to injury—yet I find myself writing in a flurry of emotion in an attempt to possibly measure this incalculable, burning devotion that I feel for you. I will let no injury prevent me from spilling these words to you, no matter how much of a mess it may leave. This raw, unfiltered nonsense will mean nothing to anyone but ourselves, as it has always meant to be ours."Kismet," that's the word you used. "I think we're stronger than destiny. Than the past, than the future." When you first mentioned this word, I had never really understood it's weight—though through the years of learning more about you and us, I can admit that us, as we have been born into these unfair and crooked worlds, that our similar hardships have only reinforced that spark shared between us.

credit ; @dand3rling

Tombstones of dead, relinquished sensations burrowed themselves within my ribcage, with spirits tethered to them constantly threatening to haunt and keep my soul hostage—Yet you ventured deeper to not only set this soul free, but alight as well. Venturing through marred, twisted veins of pathways straight to the heart. Feeling your presence, never mind how fleeting, has always grounded me in my most stressful of times. I can only hope I provide the same for you, my clementine.Routine, with you, is not as boring and mechanical as it had been before. I look forward to the mundane. The updates from you, the gossip, the complaints and vents. The smile in your voice when humorously asking if my days have been any better than yours. It never is, but hearing from you makes it worth it. I would go through the same schedule each and every day, bearing the monotony with a grin as long as it meant at the end of the day I could melt into your arms. Continuously finding my own self intertwined with your self. Familiarity of you is what I treasure more than all else.Familiarity, like meeting my other half. Finding comfort in the whirlwind within your warmth. It feels more than right. More perfect than two puzzle pieces, more intricate than the weaving of thread through fabric. We simply can't exist without each other. Order, finding its comfort and identity alongside chaos. Much like these concepts desperately need each other to exist, we also must claw at each other to feel like ourselves.When you promised to take care of me to the best of your ability, I could hear the shakiness in your voice. To be so vulnerable, to show that side of yourself to someone you'd known for so long within something the both of us couldn't understand at the time, and the fact you now hold that memory with such pride—I admire that about you. Leaping forth to display such trust despite quite the difficult past for both sides. And when I reciprocated with that same fear, your laugh steadied me despite my nerves. That was the tightest you held me, and you continue to envelope me with that same. Thank you.While my memory grows more hazy and proves difficulty with each passing day, I know that there is one thing that stays constant: My love for you somehow grows more and more, right alongside your love for me. Display your own as overwhelming as you'd like. Display it as suffocating as you wish. Display it as intensely as you need it to be. I welcome you in totality with open arms, just as you have welcomed me into yours. I am yours, just as you are mine.I love you. I love you for eternity. And may we find ourselves together in the next life, as it was meant to be.I am forever and always yours.