I see you in the stars, in the ripples of rain puddles, in the way the wind moves through the trees. I see you everywhere, and I don't know how to stop.
It's hard to handle.
One night, you find me on the hill by the lake, where the water mirrors the night sky. I sit beneath the stars, lost in the sound of the crickets and the gentle hum of the universe. I don't hear you approach until you're close enough to speak.
"Can I sit here?"
I look up, startled, and there you are—wrapped in the silver glow of the moon, as though you belong to it. My heart stumbles over itself, and I nod, unable to find words.
For a moment, we say nothing. You tilt your head back, gazing at the sky as if you're searching for something hidden there.
"Do you ever feel like the stars are watching us?" you ask softly, your voice carrying the weight of a thousand dreams.
I blink at you. "Watching us?"
You smile—that smile—and nod. "Like they're witnesses to every quiet love story no one else sees."