Made of stardust

Today, the Stars Celebrate You

A little universe, made just for you.

For my Sweet One. For my Kipenzi.

A letter written in constellations

Some people feel like home.

And somehow, across all this distance, you became one of my favourite places to be.

Written on July 22, 2026

Three little pieces of my heart

01 / THE FIRST STAR

When I Think of You

I think of a place far, far away— A place where dreams are born, And every dream I dare to dream comes true. In that place, I know my sweet one will be mine. I believe, with all my heart, That he will find his way to me. My sweet one is strong. He is resilient. He is brave. Like a young gazelle, Swift and free, Untouched by anything that tries to hold him back. When I think of my sweet one, I think of happiness. I think of joy. I think of love. This is a poem for you.

02 / THE CONSTELLATION

Love Symbols

My sweet one is like honey, So sweet to me. He is like the rising sun That shines into my life. We are like the moon and the stars, Always close, Even across the silent sky. He is like Troilite,chrysolite A very precious stone My inspiration He is like peaceful water Flowing into the desert plain; To me, he is refreshing. To me, he is fresh air. To me, he is everything. To me, he is sweetness itself. My sweet one would wait. I know he will. My sweet one is like a night owl, Patient through the darkness. My sweet one is like ginger In a cup of flavored tea— Warm, comforting, And impossible to forget. My sweet one will come.

03 / THE VELVET SKY

Velvet Romance

The night has come. The sky is grey-black. The stars shine brightly, And I can see the smile of the half-moon. The crickets sing, The birds grow still, And the sounds of nature Whisper through the night. I think of my sweet one As I lie upon my bed, And I can almost feel That he is with me. His touch, His presence, His affection, His love. Someday, my sweet one will be mine. He will stand by my side. He will hold me close to his heart, And I will hear the rhythm of his heartbeat. With his gentle touch, My soul awakens. With his warm and tender kiss, My heart comes alive. When will that day be? I wonder. Does my sweet one think of me? Will this path fade away? Or will our love prevail? I imagine holding my sweet one's hand When we are old, Watching our children grow. No... There is no need to rush. I am patient, Because my sweet one is patient too. My sweet one, Carry me in your heart. Dream of me, As I dream of you. I will be here, Waiting for the day When our love is born, When our love comes to life. Our love is real. It is glowing. It is igniting. It is bright. And tonight, I know my sweet one Will sleep peacefully beneath the very same sky.

The original words of his butterfly 🦋 ❤️
22nd July, 2026
To my sweet one, my Azizi, my Kavin.

What you bring into my world

You make room for all of me.

You bring comfort without asking me to pretend. You give me the freedom to be myself, and meet me with patience and humility. There is a calmness in the way you make space for me—and a laughter that finds me even on ordinary days.

Maybe that is one of the loveliest things about us: I don't have to become someone else to be loved here.

A highly unofficial archive

The Kavin Files

Important evidence. Questionable behaviour. A very beloved suspect.

☎CASE 001

The First Call

We were just getting to know each other, asking questions and letting the conversation wander. I was so excited that I kept talking—and Kavin was patient enough to let me finish.

Then came a little silence. And he noticed: “Oh, so you can be quiet!” I had to defend myself. I wasn't usually that talkative; I was just happy talking to him.

Our calls kept getting longer, but they never felt long enough. We'd check the timer and wonder where all that time had gone.

STATUS: THE BEGINNING OF MANY “SHORT” CALLS

“ ”CASE 002

The Word “Nothing”

One day, I asked what Kavin had done. “Nothing.” I asked what he wanted to tell me or talk about. “Nothing.” But it was the way he said the word that made it unforgettable.

My sister and I laughed about his particular pronunciation. Now, when he asks me to tell him something, sometimes I answer, “I have nothing.” And when I ask him to say it again, he refuses. 😂

STATUS: REPEAT PERFORMANCE DENIED

Two worlds, one little universe

Our songs, under one sky

MY SONG

Two Different Worlds

Kojo Osei

Find the song ↗

HIS SONG

This Town

Kygo featuring Sasha Sloan

Find the song ↗

Tap a star, keep a wish

A sky full of little things

Pick a star, My Sweet One ✧

Open when the stars are quiet

For the Gift of You

Today, I celebrate the gift of you, Kavin.

There is a whole world between us sometimes—different days, different places, and all the miles that make a simple hug something we still have to look forward to. But distance has not stopped us from sharing laughter, learning each other, or finding comfort in the small moments we create together.

I hope we keep supporting each other's dreams, making room for each other's growing, and meeting the hard days with patience. I hope we get to turn the things we talk about into memories: the ordinary days, the silly moments, the firsts, and the stories we'll tell later with a smile.

Until then, let this little universe remind you that you are thought of with tenderness. You are celebrated—not only today, but in all the small ways that make you you.

With all my love, across every mile,

Your butterfly 🦋