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Stars & the Night Sky

I love you,
I don’t love you…

Chase.

I like the tingling sensations I feel when you’re holding my hand.
I like the spark in your eyes when you’re looking at me, when you’re gazing at the stars.
I like the slow walks that we take, hand-in-hand, although I don’t like walking.
I like the feeling of your fingers and mine intertwined.

I like teasing you, and I like questioning your love for me.

I like hearing you say how much you love me.
I like it when you treat me like a goddess, when you treat me like a princess.

I like that you’re caring, I like that you listen.
I like that we can sit comfortably in silence while I rest my head on your shoulder.
I like that when I’m with you, nothing else matters…

The darkness just brings us closer together.

I like the way we take slow walks down empty sidewalks at 1 am –
When the whole world’s asleep and we’re the only two people that exist.

I like that when I’m with you, I don’t care if there’s anyone else around;
I don’t care if there anyone else around because all that matters is you and me.

Chase.

I like the way my body shudders when I’m close to you.
I like that my pulse rushes, that I need to take long, deep breaths in order to keep my composure.
I like the way your fingers play with mine when my hand is in yours.
I like that we can be awkward together and laugh about it.
I like the way you look into my eyes when I’m looking into yours.
I like the way you look at me, when I’m looking up at the stars or staring out into the horizon.
I like the way your eyes search mine while mine search for answers in this big, wide world.
I like how you gently caress my skin as you place your hand on my knees.
I like how you give me space to think, and time, to respond.
I like that you let me rest my head on your shoulders because it feels comfortable.
I like how we repeat each other’s words like we’re 2-year olds still learning how to speak.

I like that you like me,
Because I really like you too.
I like it when you say you love me even when I’m not sure whether or not I love you.

Love.

I like when you give me space to process my thoughts.
I like that you let me think –
That you let me make my own decisions.

I like that you don’t let me go.
I like that you make me feel safe.
I like that we laugh together about the stupidest things.
I like that my laughter makes you laugh as well.
I like how you try to stop me from laughing by putting on a serious face.
I like how you take my hands in yours to pull me closer to you.

Close.

I like how you give me hope.
I like how you make me think.
I like how you make me reconsider…

I like that you make your own decisions.
I like how you think you’re the most boring person on earth,
When you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
I like that you like to sing to yourself every few seconds because your life is like a never-ending playlist.

I like that we have so much in common…
But yet I’ll never get to see you again.

I like that you’re humble.
I like that you think highly of me.
I like that we could be perfect, but we aren’t.

After tonight, we’ll probably never see each other again.

I like that you know what you want, that you’re chasing your dreams.
I like that you like the same things as I do.
I like that we know the same songs, that we can read each other’s minds.
I like that you want to be a pilot because I really want to travel.

I like you.
I really, really, really, really, really, really like you.

I love you,
I don’t love you…

Maybe I’m in love with the idea of loving you,
And the idea of you loving me back.

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