❝ It's been years since I first saw you, but it's been centuries since I saw you last.❞

Zitao;

I wish I could begin to tell you,

Just how long I've longed for you.

To feel your skin against my skin,

to hold your warm hands in my cold ones.

I wish I could say,

Just how long I've lived this wretched life.

How many times I've watched you born, with a light in your eyes,

and how many times I've seen you die, the kiss of death over your stiff form.

I wish I could elaborate on just how much that breaks my heart, 

yet it was times like those where we were most similar.

There's not much I can change about this life,

there's not much I can change about my fate.

But who says I'd ever change it,

when it involves you?