Last night, we went to the fields to watch the night sky. It was cute how he tried to hide the fact he was staring at me. "I love the way he looks at me. It makes me feel... cherished—special in his eyes," I thought to myself. And yes, truly, the simple act of cherishing makes me feel like the luckiest person in the universe. Lucky to be cherished. To watch you try to memorize my usual order at the café—paying close attention to every detail and making sure nothing goes wrong with my drink. To notice how you stare at me in a dreamy way every time I smile or laugh around you. To be the one that softens your heart whenever I reveal my vulnerability. To be the one you listen to every time I'm feeling blue. Lucky to be cherished. To be the one you try to cheer up when I have a bad day. The one I hug when I need comfort. The one who'd always listen to my stupid and nonsensical stories every day. Lucky to be cherished. To be the one you hold close every night. And the only one you whisper "I love you" to while I pretend to be asleep. Lucky to be cherished, indeed. To be the one you love, no matter how insufferable I may be. I don't know why you adore me this much, but I'd do anything to deserve that love you embrace me in. I finally looked at him, and he just smiled sheepishly. Damn it. How I love that soft smile of yours. I couldn't help but think, "In a world full of other people to love, you chose to cherish me." - ms. kae [11.12.25] (note: this is the female pov of "The Privilege To Love You." :^ I just thought it'd be nice to create those pieces that connect.)