I told the starts about you
And the way I can feel your fingertips slowly run down my back,
Even when we are miles away.

How the butterflies slowly rise from my stomach,
Quickly reaching my mouth and then flying away.
I watch them disappear into the universe in hopes that they’ll reach you and you’ll feel my love.

The ways I bombard my pillow each night with the rom-com scenarios and happily ever afters
Imagining what our late night face times, dinner dates and movies nights look like,
Hoping that each night is a step closer for them to finally become true.

How songs, poems, words and objects automatically make me think of you
And how I find everything I’ve been searching and seeking for inside your soul and body,
But you don’t even know.

And also how I’m constantly daydreaming about your galaxy filled eyes.
I could get lost inside of them and travel to numerous universes just by locking eyes with you,
Wishing that I’m the sun inside of them that makes your whole face light up.

I told the starts about you
As I was counting them up in the sky
Moving and shaping so they could form your face,
So you could be right next to me and never let me go.