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Listen. there is a universe right outside of your window, but there is no monster under your bed. there are a thousand stars in that sky, and not a single one of them believes you are insignificant. there are more than a million songs playing around the world at this very moment, and every one is written by someone who’s cried themselves to sleep at least once. there is no known end to space, so breathe and understand that a school test won’t end it all. find yourself in the stars, in the music, in the universe.
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PASE
Jupiter, you were larger than life, unfathomable to my small-town sensibilities. My heart couldn’t comprehend all of you at once. But this wasn’t my first rodeo; life had hurled love at me before. Step one of my plan: play hard to get. But, fuck, you called me and I came flying like an asteroid. So I chucked plans and lists out the window for you, threw my heart into your hands. Good thing you’re a good catch as well as a catch. Spontaneous lover, you danced and made up the steps as you went along. We kissed like giggling teenagers, we gossiped like cackling old women. You taught me rap songs, you took me to playgrounds at midnight so I could look at the star streaked sky while you pushed the swing higher and higher, until I was floating, until I felt as infinite as you. You kissed me until I tasted lightning.