A …love? note for the stars. Mild CW for stalkerish vibes.
I have to confess something… I've been obsessed with you, for a long while.
Since I knew how to crane my neck at night and look up, nothing else has ever caught my eye. It's all so… chaotic, filthy, and ugly.
Except for you.
Orderly, effortlessly glittering better than the finest diamonds, an impossible combination of ancient and advanced, dignified and glamorous… In my head, I simply can't help but lump you in with the highest thoughts and finest things in life.
Seeing you is like a breath of fresh air to my soul, and there's nothing more pure in my life than it. The feeling I get in my chest when I see you… Unlike any drug. It leaves me blushing and excited, yeah, but it clears my head like nothing else, and leaves me feeling smarter and happier than when I started.
And the emotions you leave me with are a blend I rarely ever get—equal parts wonder, excitement, and sadness.
Why sadness? Oh, uh…
Well, because I know it will never be.
Physics doesn't allow it. Only in my dreams will I ever get to feel your warmth on my skin, will I ever get to know what you look like up close. Only in my own armchair guesstimates will I ever know if you would kill me or if we would thrive together.
It's… fine, though. I guess.
Yeah. It's fine.
Love like that is only possible from a distance anyways, right?