The night before he left, we sat on a blanket in the middle of a clearing underneath the evening sky. Our picnic basket was opened, it sat on the side half-empty. We drank wine, ate cheese, bit into a single cupcake, and devoured an entire plate of home cooked pasta.
He wiped away the sauce on the side of my lips, and chuckled to himself seeing me get cross-eyed as I drank the last drops of my sangria.
We were supposed to watch a meteor shower that night, before he had to say goodbye. But it started raining. I frowned- completely devastated that we didn't get what we came there for.
Then, love happened.
He cupped my face and stared at me with the most beautiful smile. It was like seeing him watch my soul dance through his eyes, and I felt like I was the only one in the galaxy that mattered.
Shooting stars never compared with the way he made me fall.
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