I had gazed at her so much, as much as one could be gazed at. " I'm beautiful. You've told me all evening." She let out. Under that graveyard of stars, she curled up next to me. She let my sweet breathe caress her swollen eyes. "The glowing moon, the twinkling stars," I managed to squeeze out under the weight of herself laying on my chest, " are symbolic of how beautiful you are." I heard a giggle and couldn't help but break into a smile. Time has changed nothing at all. You are still the only one that feels like home. How I wish we never get to figure each other out, that we always want to know what we are about. That when you say love, I say you. I'll always say you. I might be guilty of being the typical guy, but we are not just any other boyfriend-girlfriend couple. There's so much more to us than just infatuation. Than just lust. Like a building without a facade, a book without a cover, I too am stripped of any identity without ...
Because tomorrow isn't promised, we're here to enjoy the good times while pushing our minds to their limits.