I spent so much time painting the galaxies in your eyes, and the forest fires in your smile, and for so long I wrote about the stars that cover your face and how your movements are like the ocean. I tried to illustrate the storms in your laughter with words, I was glad of the frost in your silence, and I missed the sun in your nearness and our tired conversations under the moonlight. Everyone close to me knew exactly how I felt about you. My friends said, "You'd be perfect together," and I said, "I know," but now I think differently. I spent so long admiring you I forgot about the wonders in my own mind. I forgot that my eyes were like rivers on a green, summer day, and I forgot that my smile could melt ice. While I told everyone about you, no one told me that I, too, carried stars on my face or that I danced like a hurricane. Now I remind myself that I laugh like a wildfire, and my silence can burn, and that I have the power to make hearts skip a beat when I'm near. I pursued you for so long, I don't think you realized that I'm worth pursuing, and I spent so much time loving you, I think I forgot that I was worth loving. It took me far too long to realize that I am worthwhile.
