The sky is dark, but I can see the stars.
I live somewhere where I'm lucky enough to be able to see all these stars every night.
I'm laying in a hammock, and the air is cold.
Not cold enough that I'm freezing, but just enough that I'm not comfortable.
I look down at the lit up screen in my hands.
I listen to the song playing.
It's a soulful song one of my friends wrote and recorded with a couple other friends of mine.
I open up my text messages.
I read the part where I said, "Goodnight. I love you."
And I sigh.
I listen to the crickets chirping. The frogs croaking. The dogs barking. The peacocks cooing.
You just said goodnight.
And I didn't tell you I love you because I'm romantically attracted to you.
I told you I love you because I love you as a friend and I feel so deeply for the people I love.
But here we are.
You fell asleep, and I'm here, wide awake.
I'm wondering when the universe will decide that I'm worthy of the gift of love.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
The sky is dark, but I can see the stars.
I live somewhere where I'm lucky enough to be able to see all these stars every night.
I'm laying in a hammock, and the air is cold.
Not cold enough that I'm freezing, but just enough that I'm not comfortable.
I look down at the lit up screen in my hands.
I listen to the song playing.
It's a soulful song one of my friends wrote and recorded with a couple other friends of mine.
I open up my text messages.
I read the part where I said, "Goodnight. I love you."
And I sigh.
I listen to the crickets chirping. The frogs croaking. The dogs barking. The peacocks cooing.
You just said goodnight.
And I didn't tell you I love you because I'm romantically attracted to you.
I told you I love you because I love you as a friend and I feel so deeply for the people I love.
But here we are.
You fell asleep, and I'm here, wide awake.
I'm wondering when the universe will decide that I'm worthy of the gift of love.
