I want to find someone that affects my life, causes a shift in my soul, and inspires my mind.

Someone who, if they were gone, caused the sun to neither rise nor set, but be suspended, hanging and lurching in the sky. The moon too would wretch the heated day-filled darkness, lingering in reminder that my universe is empty, forsaken, and Vacant.

For when he comes back, he will strap his hands to the moon and feet to the sun, wedging them back as a testamate to the balance I offer him.