I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was but i just stood there. She always looked the best when she was breaking my heart. And i know i don't deserve this-to laugh and to cry and to breathe in her presence. Steady now. Mile per hour. Awkward, slow and steady down the steep hill to the ocean. Go. Glow. Thinking about her fingers. They will become scars. Haunting. They will become the stars. Theres nothing broken in this moment.