Stargazing
"I fell in love with you under the stars. We'd find the Big Dipper while we told each other about the missing pieces in our hearts. You would point at Orion's belt amid telling me about the first time you fell in love. I would spot the North Star in between telling you my deepest secrets. One of those nights, you told me, 'I'm just glad I met you'. I looked at you then, and I don't know what shone brighter: the stars or your eyes. 'Me too,' I said. Funny what a difference a year can make.
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"I used to try to tell different stories when I wrote: ones with happy endings, or ones where I hurt, but eventually, it was okay. I told stories where everything was so much worse than anyone could've ever imagined, or ones where nothing really happened at all. But now, no matter what, the story always comes back to you."
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Flatline
"I feel our love like a heart in my hand. Every time the beat falters, I am afraid it will not start again. Sometimes the blood pools in my palm, dripping down my wrist like rainwater. I cannot handle a love that I have to kick-start every morning, I cannot carry that unknown of will he love me when he wakes up? When the beat stumbles I wonder if maybe it would be better if it never started again, if maybe holding a dying thing is so much worse than setting down the dead.
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