From Their Lips To His Ears…

I’ve got so many things I want to say but I can’t seem to find the words so I’ll be relying on those of others.

We must never stop reaching for each other, he told me once. And we never have. No matter how sad or tired or frustrated or anxious or scared or angry or despairing, I have reached for him, as he has for me. Compliments of navel gazes.

You know that dreamy look of deep, soulful love you’ve sometimes seen in the eyes of another as they gazed into your own, dara?

Expect a lot more of it. Compliments of The Universe.

And the Astrology…