“It’s just... when you know, you know.”

“You keep me up most nights, even when you’re not here.”

This is was different. Peace inside, resting my head on his chest and outside, the raging storm. Tracing his anatomy with large loops and exaggerated swirls. He kissed me every chance he got, everywhere. I tried not to look to far in his indigo eyes, I fell harder with each passing second. “Why are you so nice to me?” ... “you’re worth it.”

I want to text you at 2am and have you sneak into my room, I want to gather blankets and lay under the stars. I want to discuss the universe and how its made until you brush your fingertips to my cheek. Suddenly the stars aren’t as fascinating as biting your bottom lip.