To all of the stars

"And just above that bright star, you'll see Pisces clearly" she pointed at the skies with smile in her face.

She never had this kind of conversation with anyone before. Not even with her past relationships. It felt so good. To talk to someone with things that makes her happy.

The little things that makes her happy. How the moon is slightly different than it was yesterday. How the stars stayed in the same position for 3 minutes. How the clouds take shapes of dinosaurs and hearts, birds, humans, whales.

How the skies turn from blue to orange, then pink to purple until it completely darkens.

"I never really cared about what's all of that before" he told her, staring at the Pisces constellation she's pointing.

"But now that you mentioned it, I find it really interesting now" he continued then looked deep in her eyes. It shined a shine that she's not aware of. And only him could see it. He shook it off.

"my dad was interested in constellations as well" he added to brush off the butterflies.

"I am so crazy about constellations, do you know that there's one more constellation and that makes it 13?" she beamed brighter this time making his heart skip a beat.

"really?"

"yeahh, it's called Ophiuchus, it is so hidden and kept a secret that only people who studies constellations knew about it"

And just like the Ophiuchus. Everything was hidden.

Buried in sand where they are now. Chugged and digest in the stomach like the liquor they are sharing.