God's Ghost loved you.

The way you looked at him sent stars through his heart and his lungs drained. Oxygen left his body, his soul crashed and collided as if you were his binding force in his sorry supernova. You, however, had no idea. There had always been some disconnect, you spoke broken english with a spanish accent, and he didn't speak spanish.

But you knew, you loved him all the same. Both of you too scared to repeat the words out loud. Instead, you were the closest of friends. He visited you, had sleepovers, let you color in his tattoos, fall asleep in his arms. Most questioned if you were together which was always met with a firm no from Ghost. It broke your heart.

So as he sat in your arms once more, you cradled his cheeks and looked into his eyes with a solemn smile. Knowing he wouldn't understand your next words. "Te amo más de lo que el sol ama a la tierra." You whispered. He just looked to you like a puzzled puppy.