The november winter air couldn't keep us from braving the freezing outside , as we ran along the snow dusted path, our hands intertwined yet separated by layers of gloves and coat sleeves.
Laying on the dewy grass the cold took refuge in our bones and chilled us to core. But you never stopped looking at the vast sky. I, on the other hand never stopped looking at you.
Your hair was all a mess, to match your match your personality. Wrapped up tight jumpers and sweaters (some of them mine that you never returned) with your rosy cheeks bright with excitement of the moment.
I swear you've never looked so good.
As the night drew on our eyelids grew heavy and we rested on each other, our body interlocking perfectly as it always has, always will. Previously the stars hung in the sky, frozen in their individual beauty. But tonight they fell for you, lighting the sparks in your wonder filled eyes.
We lay there for hours, days, years like that. With you staring up and me staring at you.
I promised myself i would lay here with you tomorrow, and the next and the next day until our days ran out.
Now the years have faded, blurred together in a mix of slow songs, open topped drives, when your wind flew behind you like ribbons and starry nights. But still your eyes shine just as bright as they did on that november night when even the stars fell for you.
