You probably don't remember that night.
We were 16 years old.
Lying in the deep grass in this meadow. Gazing at the stars.
Listening to fireflies buzzing and listening to each other's slow breathing.
And in that moment I turned my head and just stared at you.
You were there,
just gazing at the sky,
talking about constellations,
oblivious that, to me,
you were my past, present and future.
Even though we are strangers now.
I still feel this connection each time I pass you in the hallways at school.
