A Friday night 10:11pm
It's hard to watch you walk away.
Even with the most beautiful glow of light that seems to bathe behind you.
You bask within it, in between, the center, until you drip with sunlight and the debris that falls from every star's excited pulse.
To the tips of your lashes to the pretty slope of your nose I fall into you deeper and deeper and deeper until everything you do becomes a wonder.
At the same time it brings upon sadness.
When compared, you are both my love and hate.
The problem isn't knowing why you're doing it but knowing you aren't looking back at me.
So to see you walk away is that exactly.
The worst yet most amazing thing to see.
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I think I may just love you forever.
