It’s one thirty in the morning and I can hear the thunder and I can see the stars, and the rain feels warm against my skin.

It’s one thirty two in the morning and it terrifies me, how much I love you.

It’s a Thursday and it’s storming and maybe I can still see the stars through the rain because whatever part of me that has always been, has always known that part of you. I think my soul knew your name before I did.

It’s one thirty six in the morning, and I can’t sleep. And it’s okay.

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