You know when I said I knew little about love? Well, that wasn't

You know when I said I knew little about love? Well, that wasn't true. I know alot about love. I've seen it. I've seen centuries and centuries of it. And it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain and lies. Hate. Made me want to turn away and never look down again. But to see the way that mankind loves. I mean, you could search the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So, yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and, well, strangely easy to mistake for loathing. And, what I'm trying to say, Tristan, is I think I love you. My heart, it feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it doesn't belong to me anymore, it belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange. No gifts, no goods, no demostrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you love me, too. Just you heart in exchange for mine.

*STARDUST*