SMALL TALKS

universe.

I was sat looking out the window when he turned to me and said,"How does it feel?"

I looked around at him and replied,
"How does what feel?"

He frowned and continued. "You know. To love someone with every fibre of your being, a love that consumes and controls you to the point of madness. And to be so in love with something you know you'll never get."

I blinked at him dazedly, then turned to look back out the window again, taking in what he'd just said. It was a clear night and the stars shone powerfully.
I smiled and said,"It feels like this; imagine all you've ever longed for all your life are the stars in the sky. You gaze up at them every night, and wonder, 'what would it be like to just have them in my grasp?' But you know you'll never get them. Because you don't have what it takes to build that rocket that'll get you to the same level they're on."

I turned to look at him as he edged closer to me.

"But what if you learned?"

And it was as he was leaning closer and closer to me, his lips just minuscule inches away from my own, that I realised I didn't need a rocket.

And it was as our lips collided, closing the distance between the planets, that I formed the answer that if the stars were meant for you, then they would fall right out of the sky, come crashing down, just to be with you.

- you are my universe.