You mean so much to me.

Someone told me to stop checking, ’cause you’re not going to text me. But you’re the one who texts me first, you’re the one who starts the conversation, you’re the one who says “hi, good morning” first. So how can I stop checking when I’m missing you, carving love from you, wishing I’d never started this friendship with you, and yet wishing I’d never have to end it, not even someday. I do want to stop… but I can’t. There’s a piece of my heart that still loves you, adores you, and can’t stop racing when it sees your beautiful black eyes and that smile that can light up a whole sky when it’s dark. You’ll never know how much you mean to me, how God made you gorgeous, like a mermaid in the sea—beautiful, but never mine to reach, and damn, as hot as the moon on a silent night.