freckles to stars

someone will love my freckles the way I do, how they spill across my body. I like to imagine in a past life, those were someone's favorite parts of me to kiss, and I miss them deeply. someone will notice the way I care so deeply and will love me deeply and smile even when they are upset with me. someone will go through my old journals full of my thoughts and words, and inspire love for me and care about all my contributes. someone will love me enough to be two steps ahead of me when I'm a whirlwind. ... but I do. all of this. all of this I do for myself. out of the pure love of my life. I appreciate it fully, love it gently and wholey. it's so pure, I want others to know it, I hope that's not just ego, but advocation to not be forgotten in the vast universe. someone will think I am one of its many stars.