To the Taurus in my skies,

I seek you in the stars, not that you’d believe me. Words are never quite enough for most, and I know that. And yet, sometimes, all I have are my words. You are a constellation yet hidden in my bones, and you have touched my heart with your presence. I wish to know you more, to understand what makes you tick. Let me peer deep into those gray blue eyes and swim through the oceans of you. You are not alone, my friend, surrounded by the characters we create and by the minds that create them. I hope to wish upon a star, send you hope wrapped up in ribbons so you may hold it in your hand. It can be hard to believe in something you cannot see, and maybe, if I decorate my gifts to you, you just might be able to grasp onto something that is so often intangible.

It is okay to be afraid. There are sharks in the waters, with big teeth and dark eyes and they rush towards the scent of blood. I will teach you to swim in the depths of your soul, just bear with me, please, for I am unsure of the process. I will be with you, in cold seas and widowed skies when night is all you can see. You don’t have to hold my hand if you don’t want to, just know that my fire will burn until your ashes are ready to ignite again. I give you my warmth, spread my arms as if I can capture the significance of my love for you. I know that might be strange to hear, learning of a stranger’s love for someone they have never met, but I don’t need to see your face to know your pain.

I know you’ve built walls around your heart, and I will beat on them until my hands are black and blue. Let us knock them down together, erect a picket fence and paint it army green so it always makes you smile. Run with me, my note keeper friend, and know that your burden never has to be yours alone.

Sem(eye),

You are a truck in my mind, driving in circles until I know that you’re okay. I apologize if my messages have ever been annoying, the relentless ticking of a clock that never stops. I will always think of you, either every day or time to time, because you have impressed upon me a connection with which I was not expecting. I seek my words in the space between yours, meld pieces of ourselves together and then wait for your reply.

Please know there is no need to rush for me. I am willing to wait for you, to sit down at the base of your steps until you are ready to open the door. It’s okay to let happiness in, sometimes. I know it’s hard. It’s scary and it’s new and what if it bites? What if rejection curls around it like a snake ready to strike, an aggressive Black Mamba with fangs that drip venom and heat.

I guess in that case, I’ll just be your honey badger.
Yes, yours, because you deserve someone that will fight for you, someone to fight for the space between your heartbeats, to hold you as a friend when the world is dark and cold. I tell you again that you are not alone, shout it from the rooftops in the hopes that you will hear; place your burdens on my shoulders and carry you up the stairs to a place full of peace and full of love. I gift you my words, for they are the greatest declarations of my heart and I mean every one.

Sem(ee),

You tell me of things that make you smile, how John can rip his sleeve by flexing and how he holds your favorite power because of stupid stuff like that, and you know what? I smile with you, laugh at the nuances of little things. Perhaps one day you will see your worth, but until then, I have 20/20 vision and will lend you my sight.

With love,
The Aquarius in shooting stars.

P.S. If you find you can’t swim, just know that I was a fish in previous lifetimes, and I will lift you above the tide until we find a place for you to stand.