An Infinite Galaxy

the smallest things count; good or bad.
that blink you see when you know you're hurting her.
that smile you know she's faking around you to make you believe she doesn't need you.
the little steps she takes to be close to you again.
someday you will regret losing her;
someday you're going to stare at that picture and see that there's a face missing.
someday you'll realize you tried to replace her with someone who helped you reach a temporary star,
when all she ever did was fly you through an infinite galaxy

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