She told me,
"You're just like the moon."
I said,
"Because I'm romantic?"
She said,
"No."
"Because I'm mysterious?"
"No."
I asked,
"Is it because I'm a lunatic?"
"Haha, no."
"Then," I said,
"it is because I am always
changing."
"No."
"Then, tell me, how am I
like the moon?"
She said,
"Because you're an *******
That's when I knew
she was my stars.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
She told me,
"You're just like the moon."
I said,
"Because I'm romantic?"
She said,
"No."
"Because I'm mysterious?"
"No."
I asked,
"Is it because I'm a lunatic?"
"Haha, no."
"Then," I said,
"it is because I am always
changing."
"No."
"Then, tell me, how am I
like the moon?"
She said,
"Because you're an *******
That's when I knew
she was my stars.
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