The purpose of stars.
You told me we slept under the stars, Not very sure why I don’t remember. (Are you sure it was me? I was always too scared to ask. Scared to hurt you.) We were young. I’ve always wanted to sleep under the stars with someone. But there is no way you could have known that. This is a grownup wish. Someone I was in love with, someone who loved me. Not passing sex. And one of those things, I never thought I would. Does this mean I check it off my to-do now? Do I celebrate? Or should I not, because we are not really connected now? Or not, because I don’t remember? Or yes, because you think we were connected? How does connection work?
What if we connect again? What if I connect with someone else? And the stars find their purpose?
It’s far too painful. All the things that would have to line up and the planning and the effort- no thank you. I’ll keep it easy for you. If you’re lying under a dark starry sky and have room for me, well, I wish someday… I can give the stars their purpose.
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