i catch myself staring at you when you’re doing simple things: driving, reading, replying to a text. i love watching the shadows your eyelashes cast and how your freckles peek out and the furrow you get between your brow. you always get nervous when you catch me staring, ask me, “is there something wrong?” always check your teeth, send a quick glance in the mirror. but there’s not. i’ve seen you 2 am crossfaded, 3 am crying jags, 5 am no coffee, 6 am after a long run. you always look beautiful, like you are made of the sun.