50 Reasons I Love You || l.s. short story

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The way you look at stars

You're mesmerizing when we stargaze together. The sky becomes irrelevant and my eyes become glued to you because when you look so concentrated and happy trying to find constellations, it makes you more intriguing than the stars them self.

They even make your eyes glow in a way that reflects speckles of beautiful light and I always watch closely as they dance. And when you see a shooting star you repeatedly ask if I saw it. Pointing at the now disappeared object. I always lie and say I did because then you ramble about how pretty they are.

I think your prettier.

I also think you could live up there with all of them. You'd have your own constellation and I'd never stop staring at you.