There are stars on bridge of your nose. Those freckles that you tear down, believe that they are an inconvenience.
They are stars.
They are the navigators. The constellations that draw me into the beauty that is you.
They draw me into your eyes. So vibrant, in their shades of blue that make my heart race.
Those same eyes that flicker between mine and my lips as we share the air and space between us.
The same eyes that caused me to forget my name and how I got to that point.
And I merely stare at you. Wondering how on Earth could any being ignore those constellations.
The beautiful stars that remind me of you.
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As The Lines Cross
Short StoryThis is not a story. It's not something that can merely be written as a sequence of events. But rather the way we fall in love for someone, in bits and pieces. Until all at once; we love. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and things tha...
