letters to the stars ° barry allen ✓

twenty nine

  dear cassie,

the nights are the hardest

I never wanted to look at the stars alone, it was always something we'd do together

for three years straight, we spoke on the phone every night, even if we had seen each other ten minutes before

"sweet dreams, barry"

every. night.

I miss your voice

out of everything I miss about you, it's your voice

your eyes

your hair

your smile

your everything

and now I sit alone
looking up at the stars

I reach for my phone to call you,
even after seven years

I imagine the conversations we would have

and at the end of the night, I whisper in hopes that you're listening

sweet dreams, cassie

love, Barry