Ether. What the ancient greeks thought comprised the fabric of space, connecting everything to everything. The essence of the stars. The lifeblood of the whole universe. Ether. The most beautiful dimension. A medium that defies our understanding. One can pluck an answer from it, send a message through it, or even make things disappear into it. Ether. A long lived anesthetic that numbs pain while leaving one conscious. Inhaled, it gives one the ability to breathe calmly and cling to one’s awareness of what’s happening and endure what one otherwise couldn’t. Ether. The clear sky. The realm beyond the clouds. Heaven. When things are ethereal, they’re heaven-like. So perfect that it almost seems that they shouldn’t exist in such an imperfect world. Just like you. You embody every aspect of the ether. You connect my universe. You defy understanding. You have me under your influence, ignoring my doubts and my insecurities. You’re ethereal. When I dream of you it feels like heaven. I wish I could truly experience your greatness. But even though our love resides in the ether, I know that time is on our side. This will all be worth it one day. We’ll be able to find heaven in each other. Just reach for the sunset. You’ll find me in the sky coloring your life just as you’ve colored mine. And when the time is right, our love will blaze like a fire, and I’ll descend into you.