Think of Me

I'm Only Me When I'm With You

I lay next to him underneath a milky blanket of stars.

I love nights like this. Nights where I let my walls fall down, where I have nothing to hide from. Nights where it's just me and him. And the stars. And the water. And the world.

Sometimes it's quiet, silent except for the crickets' chirping. Sometimes we talk. Sometimes we paint pictures in the sky.

It's only with him that I feel like this. Fearless. Vulnerable, in a good way, like I have nothing to hide because he knows everything about me and I know everything about him. And I like it like that. I like being able to cry as if I'm alone, or sing and dance like nobody's watching.

I know at some point this has to end, I have to go home eventually, but in this moment it doesn't matter. Nothing matters except that he's here and I'm here and I would follow him to the ends of the Earth and he would follow me back.

Sorry it's so short, and sorry I haven't been updating much!