Say my name. Call it out. Scream it from rooftops and sky-ships. Tell them who chose you, who burned worlds for you. Tell them who loves you, who pulled down the heavens to make you smile. Tell them who gave you the stars in Valhalla, who brought you to sit at his right hand. Tell them. Tell them my name. Say it.
Tell them who chose you, who saw your soul and hungered for it. Tell them how you saw me, how you found me and befriended me. Tell them you found a Divine, and kept him for your own. Tell them how you collected me, like a favorite trinket, as I collected you like a work of art. Tell them how we found one another. How we orbit as planets and can never be undone. Tell them how we love, in fireworks and bonfires, and nights under the stars. Tell them our story. Make them jealous they have none to match.
Speak of our battles, our wars, of how we won. What we lost. Speak of our mistakes, our missteps, our mouths moving ahead of our minds; liars at every turn. Tell them of how we lost each other. Of how you lost me. Of how I found you. Tell them of our laughter amid the tears. Sing of our battles, our wars, of how we lost. Of what we won. Show them how brightly we burn–of how desperately we fight for the other, even with ourselves. Teach them to do the same.
Tell them of our stolen moments, our hideaways amid trees and enchanted spaces, where I slipped through the cracks of your world and found your hand waiting for mine. Where you said my name and our hearts intertwined. Tell them how powerful you are, to pull me from the air and into a form built for you. Tell them of your magic, of your imagination, your mind so open to the world you saw me when I did not intend it. Tell them how you caught me, snared me with a smile. Tell them how a Divine fell from the heavens and found a home in you.
Tell them of our softness, our stillness, our moments between; where your tears touched my skin and I felt them burn. Tell them of how I held you, how I spoke your name like a spell, hoping for a chance to see you smile. Tell them how you chose me, how you could have had the moon itself set as a ring, and you chose me. Tell them of our moments between, our passion, our power; where my fingers touched your skin and you shuddered beneath them. Tell them.
Tell them who sparked your chaos, who fanned your flame of wanderlust, who saw in you a touch of the divine and laid claim to it. Tell them my name. Speak it as a prayer as I claim you tonight, and the next, and every one after. Whisper it to the trees as you cast your spells, and hold it in your heart as you think of home. Call to me and I shall answer. Always.
Tell them of the ice you would watch in wonderment, the snow I brought you on your birthday. Tell them of the way you would laugh, eyes alight under a silver moon, as I called you my darling and danced with you. Tell them of my fingers laced with yours as we walked barefoot in the night to nowhere, the moon our compass and the stars our companions. Tell them of how you sang me down from the heavens with your voice, and I called you from the oceans with mine. Tell them of your imperfections, like craters on a cracked moon, visible but beautiful, made enchanting by its light.
Tell them of how I hid you, so completely you could not be found. Tell them how I protected you, so you in turn could do the same to me. Tell them how you asked me for nothing but my company, a seat at my right hand, when I offered you all the gems in all the Realms, and you told me none could rival my eyes. Tell them how you enchanted me, without spells or trickery, but with your words and your mind. Tell them how you are a cosmos in human form, endless and unfathomable. Tell them how I was lost in your vast depths and endless wonders.
Tell them who you called King, who called you Goddess and offered you a throne. Tell them who whispered an ‘I love you’, only to hear a whisper of ‘and I, you’ in return. Tell them who woke you on your darkest nights in order to chase the dreams away. Tell them who put your pieces together again, when you fell apart. Tell them who healed you, when my hands only knew harm. Tell them how fire warms and softens and heals–tell them how chaos can be kind.
Tell them, again and again, until they know the stories by heart, until they whisper the tales to their own, until they live for them, crowded by campfires as they wait with baited breath for the conclusion, the finale in the saga that is Us. Let it never come. Tell them we have no end, no set expiration. Tell them what matters is the beginning, the start, the moment your eyes met mine, and I whispered ‘Surprise’.
Tell them our story, the details that will be lost to time. Tell them things only you can remember, the things only I could design. Tell them that I love you, and make them know I mean it every time. Tell them you love me, because I feel it in my bones that you do. Tell them no time or space or powers could ever sever what has been forged in fire and in pain. We are legends, my darling, and they would do well to know our name.