I'm sorry that I can't keep my hands off of you
But it's like you have your own gravitational field that only affects me and even when I'm right next to you I want to be holding your hand or playing with your hair or rubbing your back. And maybe it's me. Maybe I'm afraid that if I don't hold on to you with all I have that you'll fall out of my bubble and my gravitational field won't affect you anymore and maybe our paths will never cross so closely again and maybe what could have been something absolutely amazing, like the fact that God placed the earth the perfect distance from the sun, will end up as insignificant as the distance between pluto and an asteroid out in the abyss

Eternity to me is, Boundless Moments, of Lost hearts...

....like yours and Mine.*



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