I know, because mine can. I am good at holding things as they fall apart.
It is all soft palms. I keep saying that stars seem to be living beneath your skin, and I want nothing more than to fall further into your sky. I say that I love every part of you, knowing precisely what it is I meant to say.
I love all your past and all of your tomorrows; I love the sky inside your heart, with all its infinite light. I love you.
Every single star.
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