Solipsism

I am but a pinpoint of light

In a tapestry of
Being-ness.

As am I.

We could fade away tomorrow.
And with that, our love.
We don't matter.

Except to each other.

And how does that matter?

...

I love you.

I know.

By the act of loving you, I make

You the most beautiful soul
In the entire universe.

Only to yourself.

Precisely.

... What?

Who else matters?

We see the world through our own eyes, and it is but our interpretation of it.

It exists for us.
It defines us, as we define it.

So people don't matter?

They do. But only in relation to us.

Your love makes me beautiful...

... In my world. I don't care for anyone else's.

And neither should you.

...

I love you.

I love you.