I can't remember you anymore.
There are no red lips. There are no starry eyes. There are no nights spent with smoke in the air. There are no vast galaxies or unexplored universes or bright stars to guide me home.
All of the stars we can see from here are dead already, so what does it matter, anyway?
YOU ARE READING
all of the stars
Short StoryHow could you love her, when she was more than you could handle? Her touch burned like the sun. Her smile set off fireworks inside of you like supernovas. she was the centre of your entire universe. She had all of the stars in her eyes; and yet, her...
