Galaxy.

He says, “I know we don’t know each other, but I think I love you.”

He says, “Not love in the creepy way.”

He says, “I’m not IN love with you, I just love you, even though you’re a stranger.”

He says, “I love you.”
He says, "I'm so happy to know you." 
He says, "I think the world of your writing."

He says, “I will sit with you here on all of your bad days.”

He says, “I will sit with you here even on the days when you smoke three cigarettes.”

He says, “Talk to me.”

He says, “You’re an adult now. You don’t need to hide at the playground anymore.”

He says, “Maybe I should skip work and stay with you in New York.”

He says, “If there’s a blizzard, maybe I can be here for an extra week.”

He says, “We should live together.”

He says, “Okay, at least let me give you keys to my apartment.”

He says, “I’m so glad you moved home.”

He says, “I want you to meet my mother, my grandmother, my best friend.”

He says, “I think my dad would like you.”

He says, “Everyone tells me that I smile more when I’m with you.”

He says, “I’ve never been this comfortable with anyone.”

He says, “I want you to treat my home like it’s your own.”

He says, “I love the way you feel.”

He says, “Of course I’ll come over if you’re scared of the dark.”

But then he says, “I’m on the fence about you.”

He says, “I started resenting you two weeks ago.”

He says, “I didn’t tell you because I was trying to force myself to feel something.”

He says, “I don’t want to say I don’t love you anymore, because it makes me sad, so I won’t say it.”

He says, “I’m going to leave now, okay?”

He says, “I don’t want to be your only source of light.”

I grab his chin. I hold his face close to mine, bite the scruff along his jaw line.

I say, “You’re the worst kind of coward.”

I say, “Do you really think you’re my only source of light?”

I say, “You’re not.”

I say, “You might be the sun. But I’m the whole entire galaxy.”