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"Wait for me," he begged. "I’ll be back. I swear I’ll come back for you."

And in his expression there was a mixture of apprehension and fear, because he had heard horror stories about distance and how it destroyed people.

He had heard that love did not last when entire oceans separated two individuals, no matter how tightly they held each other and promised to try.

But when he turned, his gaze was met by resilience and gentleness.

"You do not need to ask me to wait," she said softly, "If I could, I would cross entire galaxies for you, and the oceans are nothing compared to galaxies."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #44 (via blossomfully)