More than the moon. More than the sun. More than even the stars.

I can hear dogs howling at the moon. I wish you felt that same attentive passion for me. I want for you to look at me in a way that makes me want to rip open my chest for you and show you my heart and my wounds. I want you to want to know me. But I'm not saying this right now because I don't want you to think I'm weak. But I think you hang the moon. That is how I feel. When I look at you, it's all I can do to hold in my smile so I don't look like a complete and total idiot everytime I look at you. You've changed so much since I've met you, but I love it.