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“The moon and stars look different out here.” Staring at him, I didn’t know what to say as I swam in the sea of his eyes. “They’re not as clear, and it gets murky. Things block them, intruding on the view.”
We were the breeze that ruffled the dandelions. The sun that scorched our skin red until we searched for reprieve under our favorite willow tree. And underneath the stretch of dark skies, we were each other’s stars.
“But I don’t want another life. I want this one. With you.”
“I can’t stop. I can’t do this anymore. It’s you and me. It was always meant to be you and me, and I’m done trying to fight it.”
“You smell and taste like my heart,” he whispered to the underside of my chin, pressing lazy kisses. “And you feel like fucking heaven.”
“Just you,” he whispered.
Maybe you didn’t always need to try to capture beauty. Sometimes, you simply needed to experience it, let it seep into you and fill your soul with color instead.
“Because without the stars, the moon is left alone to battle the dark.”