we sat on top of a hill, a mile from your house. it was quiet, but amazingly quiet. it wasn't the kind of silence i found awfully loud; the silence that rang in my ears after an argument had faded away with a deafening slam of the front door from my father.
it was beautiful.
we connected dots with the stars and saw one shoot pass our own eyes. "what did you wish for?" i asked, breaking the quietness surrounding us.
"for us to be happy," you looked over at me, a small grin reaching your lips as your eyes folded into small crescents.
"just like God, wishes don't exist either," i turned my head back to the sky, "but, one of these days, it'll happen,"
"i know it."
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Poetry"I'm okay ̶ ̶ really, I'm fine," © playlist bangtan boys h.r. : #111 in poetry
