The day grows old and slides into the starry night sky.
The cool air lifts several curls as I sit on the solid ground, eyes closed in serenity.
He steadily infiltrates my mind, teasing the edges with the warmth of his voice.
The mere thought of him is enough to calm me. My heart doesn’t race nor does it palpitate.
He excites my soul. He makes me crave quality over quantity.
I love being his friend.
Even though we see the night sky and feel the cool breeze in different places, we feel it all the same.
And so as I whisper the words,
“I love you”
into the breeze, I can only hope for our dreams to become reality.