*A/N This one doesn't have a subject because, really, these were just words that had to come out of my mind. Let me know who you think of when you read this :)*

  He calls you beautiful but later remarks that words can't do justice in describing you. When you smile, he says that you could light up the universe and afterward comments on how the entire universe hasn't even been explored yet- but he imagines that if it were, every creature near and far would agree with him. He makes love to you and your body burns with passion and pleasure, united as one with his, yet he believes that you deserve more.

    If he could, he'd show his love by bringing you the moon, rearranging the stars, giving you the world like it's his to give. But you tell him No, I don't need all that. 
    When he asks why, you'd say You're my moon, my world. You don't need to worry about rearranging the stars- they're pretty to look at, but I have you.
    "And I," he whispers, "have you."

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