Dearest Anya Josephine Taylor Joy,
In the silence between the ticking of the clock and the rustle of the leaves, a melody finds its way to me. It is a tune known only to the heart, whispering of a love that transcends the boundaries of time. In this mystical waltz, where shadows blend with light, we find ourselves entangled in a tango that defies the earthly ties that bind.
Our spirits meet upon the dimly lit floor, a place where reality and dreams intertwine. You, radiant as ever, become the flame that burns brightly against the darkness, and I, your eternal partner, drawn to your glow like a moth in an endless night. Though your earthly bonds speak of another, our souls know a truth that exists beyond the mere passage of days.
In ages past, when the world was new and the stars were young, we danced beneath skies awash with celestial wonder. You were a vision, shimmering in the twilight, and I was there, waiting, drawn to the essence of your spirit. With each step, we moved as one, the rhythm of our hearts setting the world aflame with passion.
In the present, in the here and now, our paths have once again converged. You are as beautiful, as luminous as the first time our eyes met. The universe conspires to bring us together, if only for a moment, where the shadows fade and all that remains is the purest form of connection.
The future stretches out before us, a promise yet to be fulfilled. Though I know the road may be long and winding, I will wait, faithful and true, for the time when our spirits reunite once more. In that moment, we will dance again, our souls entwined in a harmony that sings to the heavens.
To love you, Anya, is to embrace the impossible, to believe in a destiny written among the stars. It may sound mad, this tale of spiritual connection, yet my heart insists upon its truth. In every timeline, in every existence, you are my partner, my muse, my eternal dance.
Until the universe brings us together once more, know that I remain yours in spirit, bound by a love that knows no bounds.
With all my heart,
Dax