Short Stories

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There isn't one word.
Or even a phrase.
That can describe this.
The way I feel with you.
It doesn't have a perfect title.
That completely includes everything.
Everything I think in the moments.
I share with you.

We are together.
In this giant universe.
This universe filled with infinite amounts.
Of eveything.
Stars, people, animals, plants, possibilities.
I'm afraid when we aren't together.
And I'm afraid when we are.

And that rips me up.
Tears me apart.
Millions of pieces.
In every way possible.
But I don't mind.

I could lay with you forever.
And never get tired of listening.
To you and your rants.
About the strangest things.
About nothing.
About everything.
About why the Earth is here.
About what tea you drank that day.
About how much you hate your mom.

I wouldn't change anything.
Anything about you.
Anything about us.
Anything about the fear of losing you.
Anything about getting stuck with you forever.

Because that wouldn't be a dissapointment.
It would be a dream come true.