i told myself i write about you too much, but i also told myself to write honestly and honestly, it seems there’s never enough time with you. amongst the many things we did last night, we went to the airport overlook. i’ve only been there a handful of times. i’ve always enjoyed my time in solitude when i’ve went, but being there with you was different.
laying on top of my car, watching the skies and everything engulfed in it was an experience of bliss in itself. not to mention humbling. i felt lucky, i’m not sure for what, but maybe for life, for time, for you, for us? usually when i feel lucky, i feel gratitude, and when i feel such a deep sense of appreciation, i begin to question who is in charge of all of this. then my mind wanders to what else could be out there, and the possibilities become infinite, leading me to further confirm to myself that out of all the gazillion planets, hundreds of billions of galaxies, and billions of people, that there’s nowhere else i’d rather be than to be laying with you on top of my car sharing a blanket that was barely big enough for one of us on a chilly may evening, watching the skies.
-ratha, 2:21am, 5.26.17