Your teardrops fell with the rain last night, turned into stars at dawn and then made constellations on my bed sheets. I poured angel milk into your coffee and told you that if we tried a little harder our haze of bitterness would turn into a sweetness that could only be tasted by emotions. You reached out your hand to mine on the table so confident you could touch me, but when I reach out to touch you I’m on the edge fighting not to fall into a pit of regret and isolation. I gave you silent smiles when you weren’t looking, like an apology for when I looked sad-eyed whenever you laid your eyes on me.

After the moon has tucked the sun away to bed, your heart beats rhythmically in my ear as we lay together, and I could barely sleep because your beautiful face suffocates me with its peacefulness. After my eyes shut, I could feel you making your way into my dreams. Your subliminal hints made a mental path into my mind, making notes to be read in the morning.

Saying, “I love you,” isn’t enough all the time. Gestures speak louder than the phrase and sometimes I feel like we are wandering stars outside of the galaxy fighting to make our way back in, so we could get that feeling back again. We want the world to wrap itself around us and have a purpose between each layer. Every time the sun rises we hope for things to get better. At least I do.

As we sit at the table sipping on coffee with the angel milk swirled in, we drink from each other with our eyes. You tasted like sea breeze, and I tasted like dew on ripe strawberries. I stare out the window, trying my best to see the days ahead, but a mysterious haze hangs over the future. I won’t know until I get there.

You leave colorful notes all around my apartment hoping I’ll read them at my lowest moments, and once the words soak into my brain, my mental will lift up into a euphoria separating myself from reality, but still, I can never really escape it.

Your scent floats around, traps itself in my bed sheets, and when you leave, I lie on my bed and inhale you and absorb you into my skin. My conscious melts while you caress me tenderly, speechlessly, completely. My senses can’t tell one from the other and my top lids meet with my bottom lids. I get lost within myself, and my thoughts of you turn into stars and rise above my head. As we lay in fetal position your limbs hang over my torso and our bodies melt into one. We breathe together, and our hearts beat in the same pattern. We inhale each other’s dreams and fall deep into consciousness escaping ourselves in time and ultimately choosing love.