Stars Above You

eighteen

The soft grass whispered along with the peaceful sounds of the night.
Emilio again beside me, his eyes like pretty light.
It was another one of those sessions under the stars so bright.
At that time, I was hoping I'd finally be able to do something right.

His hands lingered around his notebook pages.
He grabbed one, tore it, with absolute loudness.
I glared at him for ruining the calmness.
He only smiled, as always, everytime he does something playful.

"Let's write about the past..."
He handed me the teared sheet.
I started thinking.
What else about my past did I want to tell him?

"Wait, no." He suddenly added.
"We'll write about a word."
"Huh?"
"Think of a word."

I started thinking of some random words.
Basic ones, dark ones, deep ones.
And then an idea came to mind.
"But why a word?"

He smiled shyly.
"I just want to know you more..."
I stared at him.
"I can say we're friends... but I still seem to not know you quite well, Isabella."
"I want to start with your thoughts. From the surface."

I looked away, and focused on the pen I was holding.
"Of course."
I looked at him again.
"But you'll right about some word too. Right?"
He smiled again. "Yes."

I took a deep breath and began jotting down my innermost thoughts.
One word...

I allowed it to give birth to more.