I don't know what to say. My chest feels like it's about to burst from how fast its beating all of a sudden and I feel like I'm caging a bunch of butterflies in my stomach. I've never had anyone put this much effort for me. Aside from Lara of course. I glance behind only to find no trace of Lara.
So I guess it's just me and Mark.
The moon was a warm milky glow in the sky, as if the sight of it could become a song in the eyes of anyone willing to raise their head upward. Nights of richest blues that become the purest black, hug heaven's eyes so sweetly, the ones that shine so bright. In a black that has the strength of midnight blue whispering to its heart, balletic stars take to their stage. Stars embedded into the black night bring beauty to one another, as only complementary opposites
