
”how do you tell someone how much you love them? do you reach up and pick a star from the sky, like a flower from a field, and tuck it behind their ear? do you trace the moon with your fingertips until you can tell them how it spelled out their name in craters and dust? do you burn your hands holding the sun down to let them sleep in a few moments longer? do you tie a cloud around their finger and promise to bring the rain? do you tuck the dusk into their pocket so they can hold on to the evening? how, when you’re just a mortal, breakable, imperfect human, tell someone how much you love them? can you, without catching a star or touching the moon or holding the sun or tying a cloud or pocketing the dusk, ever tell them how much they mean? will they ever know?
Bee LaClairfrom the Honey Cider label