as the stars slowly came out.

I have things to tell you that would cease to be my secrets once you hear them. Perhaps they are called truths more than secrets. Nothing conspiratorial, only things spinning inside me that also want to orbit around you. I wanted to tell you in the most logical way possible but I knew that would be futile, since always when it comes to you it would involve emotions, passion and warm fuzzy feelings. The fever that I have been running for years now lately burned a few degrees higher that my vision shimmers even during at night, and more when it rains. It shimmers enough that I see I illusions, mirages where you glimmer alongside.

The stars may want to proxy for your ears tonight and I will whisper some of those things as I look up and see your eyes instead. Perhaps some fragments of what I tell them will come to you in your dreams. Perhaps you might see them in the peripheries of a fading dream as you wake up, and think about me. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps... the uncertainties of our certainties. I smile wistfully and stop in mid-thought and start to wish instead as a falling star flashes across the sky.

In time, I will get to tell you of the things you already know, things you already feel, things that will make your eyes shift somewhere other than mine as I make you remember them, things that will make you smile without even moving your lips and things that will make you embrace me and say my name but things you have never heard me say to you.

You only need to be there.