imagine waking up next to the girl of your dreams at 11 AM in the morning after a long night of reading books and drinking coffee while you were also writing poems about the way her brown eyes light up when she talks about how beautiful the stars and how interesting galaxies are. you remember where you first met her and you saw her beautiful presence hiding behind a pile of books at the book shop and she was wearing the cutest polka-dot skirt you've had ever seen and you swear that on that exact moment you started counting the freckles on her rosy cheeks that she fell for the way you looked at her with all your sympathy and you two connected and you both knew this was going to last forever. and a few months later when you were at ikea buying furniture for the appartment you now live in and she was looking at the fake cactuses and you saw how her sleeve revealed little red lines all over her tiny wrists you knew that you shouldn't buy cactuses, not even those made of plastic. because sometimes you'd wish she was made from plastic too, so she wouldn't have to feel all of these things she's feeling right now. and you were enjoying the moment where you just woke up next to her and you saw how she was sleeping with the most beautiful smile on her face and you knew it was because of you, because she told you the night before that when she wanted to buy those cactuses she saw you looking at her and she saw how much it must've hurt you and she never did again. because she didn't want you to feel the same way as she did back then.