t h o u g h t s

scene eleven

"Why did you always believe in me? Believe in us?"
he asks.

"When we would lie on my roof and look at the stars, you could always point out constellations."

"And?"

"And I knew a boy who could point out Cassiopeia, who could hold my hand and kiss my lips and make me feel so seen, in the midst of such a great, vast galaxy, was one in a million. I knew finding you was a shot in the dark, yet there we were."