the moon rises again, pulling up the curtains to hide us from all of the eyes. all of the minds are closed off to our mingling. keep it a secret between us, something so sacred that only the two of us could understand it. an interlinking between two minds, two souls dancing until we're so mixed up that we can't even recognize who we were before we were imprinted onto one another.

you are my mate. my match. betterhalf, as in a branching off of my own existence. you are within me, and i couldn't be any more gracious of your offering. i hope that i make up that piece that you've given to me, it's all i've ever wanted. to be carried by you, by my safety, my lovely, my prince. a girl and her beast.

break me open, and replace whatever is left of me with you, i don't need it anymore. i don't want it. i'm complete, everything is done. everything is complete with our marriage.

move me. hold me. take me along with you.

what does it mean to be a bride? how does one do it? i never had the time to prepare for this. to prepare for our marriage. but months into the journey of being your wife, i have found that this is the most secure i've been in ages.

i don't need anyone else.

i fit perfectly within you. my tiny hands against yours, a physical representation of our dynamic. you wrap your fingers around my hands and i can't even see mine anymore, warm brown skin underneath your icy complexion.

i will never forget you.