There’s a look.

If I were weird, I’d screenshot them all, lighten up my dark even more.

There’s a spark.

In your eye, a reflection of knowing, as if omniscient, a glint in your grin that says, “I know what’s coming, don’t you worry.”

What I’d say…

If I Could…

Do you have a happy place you can close your eyes and go to after a long day, into a longer night?

I’m sure you do.

But, my wish upon a shooting star is you use me like a stress ball if your night is hard.

Imagine my hands on you while I’m snug in your arms.