aura

You know what? I love you. I love you a whole fucking lot. I love the way you smile. I love the way you talk, move and walk. I love when you’re trying to think and start playing with your hair. I love how you can talk about the universe, love, films, philosophy and life all night long. I love the fact that you love math because most people don’t. I love your eyes despite you saying that they aren’t special. Because for me they are extraordinarily charming. I can know just by looking at them what you’re feeling, thinking or wanting to say. I love the fact that you’re so passionate about stars and always chooses them over the moon. “The moon is there for us all the time. It makes us company of course but the stars… they show up to tell us that everything is going to be okay and that their sparkle is going to guide us home” is what you said to me when we were laying down in the grass on the side of the road somewhere along Highway 99.

Please. I love you. Don’t do this. I can be your rock. I can help you collect the pieces that were once shattered. We’re going to do this together. I promise that you’re never going to be alone ever again.