love & loss

You tell me about the stars. 

About how they are dead, burned out, but light years away, 

they are still alive, lighting up the night sky. 

And I don't understand this, but it's okay. 

Sometimes not understanding something adds to its magic.

& I want to tell you that you are all of the stars in my sky. That you light up my darkness. That you scare my fears away.

But I don't. 

It's too soon and I don't trust my mouth not to make a mess of this.

What I also don't tell you is that I love you more than I've ever loved anyone before, that what I feel for you is so strong, so deep, so overwhelming, that it scares me, that it's a feeling I would feel

even if you were

halfway around the world,

light years away.

I will tell you this though.

When love has stopped being a feeling,

when love requires sweat and tears and sacrifice,

when love becomes a choice,

 I will choose you.

Over and over again, even when the light years come and go, 

I will choose you. 

I hope you choose me too.