creating constellations

november nights

do you remember those cold november nights?

when one of your hands would rest on the steering wheel, and the other would be wrapped around mine, fitting like puzzle pieces.

when, despite the frigid air, we insisted upon rolling down all the windows and letting the breeze burn our cheeks.

when you would turn up that arctic monkeys song until it couldn't get any louder, till we had to scream to hear ourselves.

when it was so late that the only way we could see was the one headlight you hadn't broken, but it wasn't like we ever knew where we were going anyway.

when you would park in the middle of nowhere and we would lay on top of your car and look at the sky.

one of those november nights, i swear the stars spelled "i love you."