eternity | vk

ten

we seem to gaze at the stars a lot.

it's cliché,

but it's still breathtakingly beautiful,

no matter how long,

or how much we look.

is that love?

is that how love feels?

i love the way the lush

green grass brushes my skin,

the way your breath fogs the air,

the way the stars reflect into our eyes.

it's too beautiful;

it makes me want to cry,

not because of the gently twinkling,

joyously shining,

mysteriously shimmering,

beautifully created stars,

but because i can't tell you

what's on my mind.

our hands aren't intertwined;

our fingers are touching; grazing each other,

just like how

the corners of our hearts are still attached.