“Stars are lovely, aren't they?” I asked him as I laid on his chest, watching the stars as they gracefully wink at us and give off light through the darkness. A big smile plastered on my face. I don't know but I have this strange feeling that whenever I see them, my soul just actually jump up because of unexplainable happiness.
I waited for his answer but he remains silent. All I could hear is his heart beating so fast accompanied with the sound of our breath. I thought he's sleeping but when I checked him, he's just smiling. “Hey, they are lovely, right?” I asked again and that time he answered me by shaking his head.
“What?” I arched my brow. His hand ran across my waist. “I never loved stars. They aren't beautiful. They aren't lovely—” I was about to react but his last words stopped me.
“—You are.”
And we both smiled as we share the sweet aroma of our lips.
