"I started crying again tonight. Crying about all those things I wish I could say to you. I’ve learned to cry silently, so you can’t hear the sound. I’ve got galaxies growing inside me, but you can’t see past my pale skin. I can’t seem to tell you how much I love you. How much I love your confused face in the morning when I kiss you awake. How I love your very serious look every time your favorite footballteam lose. The light behind your eyes, those little gray hairs in your beard, that childish laugh when you do something to get on my nerves, the angry voice when I misunderstand something. How you kiss my forehead while watching a movie, or intertwine your fingers with mine before falling asleep. You’re not my first love, but you’re my true love. I just wish it didn’t hurt so much."