Tell me. Tell me what to say. Tell me what to feel. Tell me how to rearrange all the words in the English language to throw your world into chaos. Tell me what you want me to do, then tell me what I want to hear. Tell me you’ll always need me; you can never live without me. Tell me I am such an important part of your life, that my absence makes life lose its very worth. Tell me I can make someone feel that way. I’ve shouted it to myself at the top of my lungs, to no avail. Tell me how I can make you fall for me, then fall.
I am the farthest star in your night sky. You see me, and even gaze in amazement at times, but you will never be able to reach me. I am nothing more than a ball of swirling madness, absolute madness, light years away, and no matter how amazing I may be, you will always be content with glancing up every now and then just to make sure I’m still there.
What if I weren’t? What if my light runs out? What if I collapse from within? Will you notice? Will you miss one inconsequential speck of light in your life? Will it break you down, tear you up, turn your whole world on its side? Have I done enough to make you even think of me when you aren’t staring right at me?
Tell me I am more than inconsequential. Tell me I am the last thing you want to wish upon every night, then make your wish. Tell me you love me. Then tell me again. And again. And again.
Then tell me you finally mean it.