and then i read the sweetest message that paints the night sky in my mind.
it's not the romantic, exaggerated, bleeding heart that pulls me close. it's the way he careless crafts every cunning sentence, or the way he knows just what to say at just the right time.
the issue is that each story told captures my foolish heart, throwing my brain into a tizzy.
softly with his flaxen hair he seduces me with his allure.
romantic with embellishment yet minimalist with meaning.
what he'll do with this beating heart i'll never know; i just hope that he's gentil.
he's the shining star.
tonight is the darkest of all nights.
i am the owl.
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