Of all the things in the universe, of all the beautiful, all the ugly, of all the everything. Of all the heart breaking, bone shattering, stomach turning things. Of all the things I think about too much, of all the things that people dream about, that I dream about. Of all the things I want, of all the things I need. Of all the things I love, of all the things to hate. Of everything I’m made of, of every part of me. Of all the stars, all matter, of all the people. Of everything in the entire universe, I still choose to write about you.