Your story, all those pages before me, I want to read every word. I want my eyes to undress every letter. I want to hold you like a book and smell the pages, and I would know you’re the real thing. You shared your secrets with me and I will share the stars with you. When we’re floating in space, I’ll tell you about infinity and maybe, I can tell you a story about me.
Michael Daaboul (via michaeldaaboul)