stars [n.h]

vii

the next day i walked to the park slowly, concentrating on the sky, as if i could find your face in a constellation.

i saw you from the distance, sitting in a bench and as i approached i saw you had your usual sheet full of stars.

you saw me and i sat beside you.
you smiled and my world ignited.
you looked at me and i felt happy.

i didn't like the things you were doing to me, blue-eyed boy.

the words you spoke caught me off guard.

"i think i owe you an answer."
you stared at me as if there was nothing else in the world. the intensity in your blue eyes made me melt, but i still wanted to know your answer.

"i count stars because i want to know how many people were like me.
i count stars because somehow i feel like someone, somewhere, feels exactly the way i do...-"

"alone."

wasn't it sad and relieving that i completed your sentence?