Good Times

2. Underneath the stars we came alive

I still love to go out and watch the stars at night.

Back then, we were neighbours. Our backyards were connected by a small path leading along a narrow river. Even as children, we used to spend most of our summers in the woods on the other side of the water. We would go find our favourite spot, a small plain with hundreds of dandelions spread across it, and build a tent out of blankets, pillows and plastic sheeting.

Despite my mom's complaints and worries, we often slept out there. I'm sure your mom complained to you aswel, but she would never dare to scold someone else's child. She was simply too polite. I knew damn well that what we were doing wasn't very safe, but it was so worth it. The sound of nature all around us, the deer which sometimes passed us and of course the views... My God, the views.

When the summer came to an end and the nights started rolling in earlier, we would lay outside and stare at the stars and try to spot asterisms. You always had the better eye, though.

Years passed like that. Our friend group grew, but that didn't stop us from getting closer. It was and always will be our spot. But then, you got accepted into your dream college. It was a difficult choice for you, the future or the past. You loved this town and you loved us, but this is all you ever wanted, all you ever talked about. I convinced you to go, while I studied at a college closer to home. And when you graduated, you could come back and I would still be there.

You didn't, though.

We grew up and by the time you graduated, you were in a relationship. Yet still here I was, waiting for you. Your parents moved away aswel. It was almost as if all trace of you had magically disappeared, yet still here I was, waiting for you. Both my parents passed away and I inherited the house. I considered selling it, it would be worth a lot. Yet still here I was, waiting for you.

It took my marriage to get you back. We decided to invite you, for old time's sake. The ceremony was beautiful and I wish I would say I didn't cry, but that would be a lie. During the afterparty, we took a blanket and snook off to our spot, where we talked for hours. Catching up and messing around, it seemed like nothing had changed since all those years ago. Still to kids staring at the stars. I guess it really was and always will be our spot.

An//
I really just didn't write or post anything for a year and I have absolutely no excuse. So have this story that's not even 500 words. My God I suck.
See y'all next year!