although i'm sure you've already noticed,

i want you to know:

i notice every inch of discomfort you are ever in.
when it's cold outside i think of you.
when it's cold indoors i think of you.
on warm mornings i hope you're happy still
because, much like the sun as you are,
you still complain about the heat.
i associate you with celestial bodies of light,
and not just because your eyes look like a
deep-space nebula on days when they shift blue.
i am hypersensitive to your touch, and
wish you were as sensitive to mine.
i feel very much as though you were built
for another time or another place,
but am content to wrap my arms around you
here and now, regardless.
i think about you more than i'd like to admit.

i love you.