𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑗𝑎ℎ ,

We graduated.

Hand in hand.

My mom took a picture of us.

You took me to a house.

My brows furrowed.

"What is this , eli ?"

"Our home."

I love you.

We moved in.

We watched the stars that night.

I told you

that i'm yours

until every star

in the galaxy vanishes.

Until then ,

i'm yours.

But even after,

I know i'm yours.

And then you got on one knee,

I cried.

You asked me to marry you.

"Then be mine."

I knew my answer.

Always did.

Yes , Elijah Anders.

I'll be yours.