It was our usual Saturday nights, having mini sleepovers with just you and I. Eating pancakes for dinner and drinking iced coffees with no plans to stay up at night. Wearing matching PJs and dancing along to Bruno Mars. I was feeling ethereal like all my prayers have been answered yet you're just here to be occupied. You used to stare at the stars and talk about wanting to travel around the world. How you'd like to have great adventures like the pirates you adored as a child. We would sit on the couch and do our usual movie nights, leaning on your chest with your arms on my shoulders, my arms hugging your waist. My eyes on the movie while yours is glued on the stars. I have questions I wanted to ask you but I kept my mouth shut, afraid to lose you.
Now I look at the stars and think about you. My mind navigates through all the questions I have for you. "The stars are beautiful", you'd always say, "One day I'd like to travel all around the world, see all the stars, and know the sky like the back of my hand." It was then I knew one day you'd leave me for the stars. So I treasure every time you spend with me, I looked at you longer and talked with you more, even when I don't have anything else to say. But like our Saturday and movie nights, there's always an end to good things.
So from now on, every Saturday night, I'd look at the stars and think of you.
'How are you doing?'
'Have you seen all the stars yet?'
'I hope you do.'
'Maybe then you'll return to me.'
'Hi, it's another Saturday night.'
'I have a question for you.'
'Please don't be pissed.'
'Oh, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to.'
'Uhm,'
'Do you think of me during Saturday nights too?'