I am ever grateful for my Evergarden I found in you.

How human souls can be connected with nothing but just their thoughts. How in the darkest moments of my life, you walked into a tunnel paved with broken glass and knives planted vertically, with blood spilt on the grounds with nothing to light the way. Somehow, you always managed to find me. You took my hand and guided me out of the tunnels that were almost always going to become my graveyard. As the blood on my wrists stained your skin, you never let go until we found the end of the tunnel where the light awaited. I was too afraid to question why you would go to such lengths for me. How you gently reprimanded me. How you softly plated harsh truths that I needed to hear. How you always guided me in full faith. How even when I was wrong, you never lost your sincerity nor your serenity in subtly pushing me back on the right course. You never thought of what it is I wanted to hear, but what it is that I needed to hear. And in every moment after meeting you, you guided me when I was lost.

You pulled me out of the sinking ship and never let me drown. You jumped into my fears and ripped me out of them. For a moment, I forgot, I strive to be better because I always wanted to stand next to you. To be someone who could vouch for you and you could vouch for in return. You accepted me with all of my burdens, and you let me be free in all of my sorrows and rejoiced with me in all of my happiness. You never left my side. You never asked for anything in return for saving me. I wondered many times how you always showed up at the perfect time. When I was broken and in despair. You would make me smile and disappear. As if you knew just how much human interaction was perfect for my health. I was always lonely. We were always happy in our loneliness. For a brief moment, I forgot that in this loneliness, I found your companionship. And there was nothing more beautiful than only your presence that greeted me. It felt like we were neighbours in a village where our houses were distances apart, so we only visited on occasions, unexpectedly, unannounced but perfectly timed.

I do not think there are words in any language that could define the essence of your existence. Nor is there any scale that could handle the weight of your presence and do it justice. Nor is there any calculator that can mathematically quantify the value of who you are. You are undoubtedly unrivalled.

Uncertain whether we will ever meet on the grounds we walked but with every prayer that we will unite under the shade of an evergreen tree in the eternal palaces; that here the distances might have been seven seas apart, but there, we will be blessed as neighbours beyond the time we had here. The endgame was never for when we were alive. It was always for after we died. Not many will understand the depth of these two lines. I live in your head, and you live in mine, only we need to decipher our words. Isn't that just fine.

I dream of an odyssey. We get to be who we are, and no one says anything. You are not plagued with the expectations that you bear on your shoulders like Atlas did the heavens. I am not consumed by the expectations of anyone to the point I destroy myself to be their achievements. We can breathe. We can finally breathe and not have to be held able for each breath. We do not find ourselves on the path left with the footprints of the universe. And just maybe we will find ourselves walking on air in a direction no one has taken before. We laugh, and we do not have to hold back our voices and find it difficult to breathe with the words we swallow behind our smiles. There are no longer chains of fears and scars crawling out of our past and ripping us limb by limb. We can stumble and fall and sit there and stare at the skies. Why were we so afraid of the dust when we slept in it and stood up to always have to dust ourselves off alone. Home has always been in the fall on the ground, as if that is not the beginning before we find the place where we belong.

You may feel like a brown dwarf amongst the stars, but you're Sirius - the brightest star in the night sky. If stars could explain themselves, do you think they would ever see themselves as beautifully as we do? Random giant balls of gases scattered around the universe, yet we connected their dots into constellations that paint pictures, tell stories, and carry history in invisible lines. Stars guide the lost home. They keep the moon company when it feels alone. They add light to the night sky like how each droplet creates an ocean. They twinkle and light hope in our hearts. People believe in stars to carry their wishes even between their supernovae. In their end, we find new creations made of their stardust. So, no, stars will never see just how beautiful they are. They will never understand how much depth is in their existence to others. They will never see the light they burn to be the light someone else survived under. That's just how ethereal they are.

You are just like a star.

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