I'm gonna be cheesy and melodramatic because I'm gay.

I love my dearest Sun and Star until the end of my days. They're my best friends, my [⠀]friend, my partners, my lovers, my princes... Truly, the light of my life. I love how they're different to me, to give me insight on what life is like through someone who feels so much — blazing, shining, scorching, twinkling — and fold their hearts into portraits and prose to hide. I have to solve them like puzzles, but they give me just enough to pry them open and embrace them wholly. They're absolutely beautiful people. They bring me so much happiness in my life and I'm so happy I'm together with them and can share it to the world. I love associating anything and everything to them, life itself to them. They're flawed and perfect, complementary to me yet cause friction... Friction causes sparks. Spark means hope, fire, and life. I adore them. I love living because of them.