I've been thinking about love for awhile now. and I can't even think about how you can't look at the sun for too long without thinking about you. I can't look at you for more than a minute without getting bent about how ******* beautiful you are and how ordinary I am. ordinary at best. I'd plant kisses on your neck for the rest of my days if you'd give me the pleasure and god I've never wanted so badly to franticly run my fingers through your hair and down your spine just to assure myself that your skin is mine to touch for the moment. moment. what constitutes as a moment anyway? when he's looking in your eyes, not at them or as he's pulling you into bed at night? I want an eternity of more or less continuous moments. the truth is I want everything you have to offer and I'd be more than glad to take the good with the bad and always remember that each moment is a monument and I want to make mountains out of molehills just to have more time to fill your fingers with mine. the truth is there will never be enough time in the day or enough ways to say that I love you without feeling like someone else could have said it better. but I love you, god I love you and for whatever it's worth I think the sun ought to be jealous of your smile and you make the moon blush when you speak. they say each of us are made of star dust and the stars are made of us but you and me, we're made of each other. there's an entire solar system that revolves around the inside of my ribcage but I doubt that comes as any surprise to you. you've always been the earth and I'll always be the moon. every piece of me revolves around every inch of you, and I love you. I do.