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I think about you all the time. About how you are—the way you speak, those little typos, how you treat me, how lovely you are, how much I love you. I love you. I don’t think the gravity of that statement is there, but when I say it to you, I mean it in its most powerful sense. You know my history, you know what I went through but I don’t think you know how much happier you’ve made me—just with the little things you do. The way you laugh when I say something, like a giddy child, it makes me feel wonderful. The way you always seem interested in my life and brightening my day, you don’t know how nice that is. You really gave me hope, I don’t think you tried at all.

And boy, I promised myself I’d never love again—it’s been such a disgusting habit. But then you smiled, right at me, with the brightness of thousands of galaxies combined and I asked Jesus to forgive me for being a liar. I have never been to space, but you make me see stars and among those stars? You shine the brightest. Your smile is a sign that I’ve done something, anything, right—the way it makes me feel could never be defined. I would take any opportunity to be yours, despite all the complications of the past, because I simply don’t care about anything else—you’re all I see. Even in an unspoken way, I am yours and I am only yours.

I’ve tried to deny it and keep it inside, but it’s not worth fighting. I won’t deny myself the pleasure of admitting truths—the first one I can admit is that I love you and I want to be with you.