to the readers who look at the stars and wish

When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. They’re in everything you do. They’re in the air you breather and the water you drink and the blood in your veins. Their touch stays on your skin and their voice stays in your ears and their thoughts stay in your mind. You know their dreams because their nightmares pierce your heart and their good dreams are your dreams too. And you don’t think they’re perfect, but you know their flaws, the deep-down truth of them, and the shadows of all their secrets, and they don’t frighten you away; in fact you love them more for it, because you don’t want perfect. You want them.

❝ Sometimes people sneak up on you and suddenly you don’t know how you ever lived without them ❞