that tracks the stars and moves as you move the phone across the sky!
if nothing comes of it, i won't harbor any ill will. the brief feel of his soft hair against my fingers and the clean smelling grass mashed up against our faces as i stared inches away into these pretty eyes and the scratches i have from rolling down that hill and those damn annoying 20 mosquito bites i got and the great conversation, it was just a really nice way to spend that night. and BATS! and three stars. nothing has to come of it. it was great for what it was, and i can appreciate that. it doesn't have to be anything more. it's lovely just like that.
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