Stars;

*true story*

The first time I met you we talked for hours in the light of streetlamps and stars. Leaning up against your truck, I stared at those stars, feeling too awkward to look at you. Then you kissed me and I felt like I was up in the stars.

We went to a movie for our first date, I don’t even remember what it was. But, I know that when we walked back to your truck it was dark, the stars were shining, you held my hand. After I jumped up into the passenger seat, you held open the door and asked me to be your girlfriend. You kissed me again and drove me home.

One night in July, you drove to my house after midnight. I went outside to see you and we drove around the corner from my house - it was less conspicuous to park the car there. My parents knew your truck already. We got in the camper shell of your truck and I let you love me for the first time underneath the cover of the stars.

On a late September night, we laid in my bedroom in that tiny house, the blinds open so we could see the moon and stars. My hands were trembling. My lungs felt like rocks. It was the first time I told you I loved you. You said it back. And I fell asleep looking at the stars in your eyes.

I don’t remember our first fight. But, I remember tears blurring my eyes as I stared at the stars, too upset to look at you. You drove away angrily without kissing me goodbye.

But everything was fine for a while. We made more love underneath the stars. We also fought more underneath those same stars. But I fell more in love with you with every breath you took, and every breath you took away from me.

Our next August slowly drained us. You were drifting away and I didn’t have much willpower to pull you back. For two months I denied that you were gone.

I wanted to fight for you, but I only wanted to fight for the old you, and he wasn’t there anymore. That October, I told you it was over and cried myself to sleep looking out the same window, at the same stars I was looking at when I told you I loved you.

You changed even more that November. I didn’t know who you were.

Until one starry night in December. I told you I was leaving. I was going someplace far away. I was probably never going to see you again. And you came back, the boy I used to know. The tears overfilled both our eyes that night. We made love in your bedroom in complete darkness, with no stars to cast light onto our tears.

You walked me outside and we stood close underneath the stars. You gave me the necklace I gave you after I kissed you for the third time - I still have it, though I don’t wear it around my neck anymore. Then, you said goodbye to me with water in your eyes, reflecting the moon.

We kissed for the last time. And I drove away from you and headed for the stars.

Reviews

[Tamelia Jade]

K. I'll just be over here, you know, crying. No worries.
That was awesome. Bittersweet but awesome. And the reality is that love isn't just, soz, don't like you anymore. It's hard - you want to love what you DID love about them, but you can't anymore and you captured that beautifully.
Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

The goodbyes are never sweet.
"You gave me the necklace I gave you after I kissed you for the third time - I still have it, though I don’t wear it around my neck anymore. Then, you said goodbye to me with water in your eyes, reflecting the moon."
I understand the above lines. I hold a few reminders of things lost myself. Thank you C for sharing your amazing story.
Coyote