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Jan 2018 · 533
eclipse.
the music is so loud it’s covering my emotions. i glance over to you, who is shining as bright as the lights we’re sitting beneath. there’s a small gap between us but it contains so so much. it contains lost opportunities and words i never got to say.

i wait while everyone leaves. you’re still sitting here. maybe your heart is waiting for mine, just like how the sun waits for the moon before it sets. but, the sun and moon never meet, just like how i never got to see you before you went into a separate world, where it was bright and illuminated. unlike mine, where the dark overpowered the light.

an eclipse is a rare occurrence where the sun and moon do meet. they stand right next to each other and they stay there for a while. just like how i’m staying here for you and how i want you to stay here for me.

stay here for a while so i can feel you again. stay here for a while so i can talk to you again. stay here for a while so i can tell you i love you again, just like how i did during the last eclipse.
Jan 2018 · 448
the night sky.
smile.
crinkles form by your eyes and the corners of your mouth go up. it’s a sight i want to treasure, a sight i never want to forget. i feel the pace of my heart start to pick up and i feel the way i gasp for air because, darling, you take my breath away with every smile of yours.

laughter.
just like how the sound of an acoustic guitar being strummed slowly and gently brings you peace and calm, your terribly sweet laughter does the same. it’s dripping with honey. it turns the hurricane in me to a still day. your laughter calms the storm in my heart.

body.
i brush my fingers along your cheek and i feel silk under my fingers. my love, you are so precious and rare but also so real and flawed. your warm arms were made for holding me and there is no where i would feel more comfortable in than your embrace. it’s safe and cozy, your soft arms around my waist and my dry fingers on your back. your scent dances around the tip of my nose and it’s an addictive smell, a scent i could still gladly inhale a hundred years later. you, who is so much like home, make me feel safe.

everything.
the divine night sky is made of myriads of stars. just like you, my muse. you are made up of myriads of little stars, unique features all making you the person you are. the person whom i am oh so deeply in love with. i am in love with you, the boy who means the night sky to me.

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