Ryth? What are you doing?
Why do I look like that?
Like what?
Don’t tell me you don’t see it too.
Ryth…
That’s you.
No it’s not.
That’s not what I look like.
Maybe it wasn’t always, but it’s what you look like right now.
But why?
I’m not gonna pretend to know the answer to that and give you some fake spiel. But what I do know is that it’s still you.
How can you be so sure?
Look at me Ryth.
I’ve loved you through a lot.
Through day and night, summer and winter, life and death.
And through it all I’ve seen you change, both mentally and physically.
I loved you when the only way you could talk to me was through whirrs and distorted noises. And I’ve only continued to love you more with each passing day.
The first time you said my name felt better than proving every worthless god wrong and I actually felt like I was something to someone.
You gave me meaning when I had none and filled a void that I didn’t even know was there.
So I don’t care what you looked like then, or now, or even fifty years from now, because no matter what, you’re still mine.
You’ll always be my Ryth.
Yours…
I’ll always be yours?
Always.
And you’ll always be mine?
Until the stars fall.
Mine.
Yours.
I love you.
I love you too.
[to be continued]
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