My darling, under the glow of distant nebulae, my heart speaks in starlets. Each rays dancing upon the horizon carries a whisper of the longing I hold for your embrace.
As I traverse the galactic winds, memories of your laughter echo through ethereal vapors, brushing my soul with warmth akin to the sun that once cradled you in its golden arms.
Here, where time twirls like a waltz within celestial orbits, I pin my dreams among the starlit skies. Will our hearts find refuge in this garden of galaxies?
Across this sprawling emptiness, your presence is more vivid than the richest hues of an intergalactic sunset. This postcard drifts in imagination—may its fervor reach you across cosmic rivulets.