Loving the stars themselves

You know, I've had some kind of a thing for you from the day we met. Oh, it started off easy enough. You're an astonishingly beautiful woman. Your smile must melt hearts everywhere you go. On some level, none of us have any hope at all… anyone who finds themselves attracted to women can't possibly walk away from you without feeling some level of desire.

Even as I got to know you more, even as I eventually passed some threshold, some point of no return where the feelings skyrocketed from simple idle attraction to… to this all-consuming force I experience now (and lord, you need to know that there is nothing I've ever enjoyed being consumed by more…).

Well, we have never been available to each other, never in the time we've known each other. But, even if we had been… you are… unobtainable. Beyond my wildest hopes and desires. I've already mentioned your beauty… but there's so much more than that. Your interests. Your personality. Every single thing about you.

And it's as River said… you don't expect a sunset to admire you back.

So forgive me for doubting. For my endless stream of words, so casually thrown out to the world with no expectation you would ever hear them.

I'm sorry it took you tossing a quote at me for me to finally realize. For continuing to doubt even after.

I've never been loved by the stars before. It's taking some getting used to. They're so astonishingly bright.

But my eyes are adjusting, my love. I still don't quite believe it. I still don't see how I could possibly deserve it. But who am I to question the night sky?

I know I'm inverting the roles here a bit, but then again, so did you…

…

Hello, sweetie.