Im not sure if you're looking up at the same stars I am now. Mostly because I dont know if you can see the stars from your city; we never talked about that, surprisingly enough. We talked about everything possible, from politics to morals to silly stories to tutorials on how to roll cigarettes but we never talked about the stars. Guess neither of us really believed in chance. But I do know you don't live in a bustling city, but a quiet little town an hour away from London so I assume that yes, we are looking at the same stars 2000 miles away. Do the stars shine as bright as you do mi amor? Do they match the roaring fire that was ignited in you all those years ago? Do they shine as bright as your love? That just like a star will, and just like it did, will die pretty damn soon. Because your heart, just like a star is a roaring ball of fire that even though promises heat and light, will burn you from the inside out, till you're full of blisters and dry tears and even though it hurt like hell, mi amor it was so beautiful I'd do it all over again.
