My dear,
To be in love is to be the earth, and you’re beloved the sun. It’s to be entrapped, but joyfully so. It’s to feel a pull of sorts radiating from your beloved that’s keeping you attached, and also balanced.
Love is metaphysical gravity.
…You are Earth. You’re beloved, Sun. And the rest of the galaxy, frankly, doesn’t matter.
Falsely yours,
Richard Buckminster “Bucky” Fuller
