My heart swells. I want to tell you everything—how I dream of you, how you've filled my days with color I didn't know I was missing, how I've memorized the way you look when you think no one's watching. But I don't. Instead, I let the moment wrap around us like a dream.
The stars continue to shine, unblinking and eternal, as though they're listening to the things we aren't saying.
In the days that follow, you become something more than a dream. You're there, walking beside me, your voice mingling with the wind, your laughter threading through my life like a song I never want to end.
And yet, I know that life has its own way of moving forward. One day, you'll be gone. The world will pull you in a different direction, and I'll be left with the memory of this—the quiet hill, the silver stars, and the sound of your voice saying my name.
But even then, it won't matter.
Because this—this—is love. Oh, this is love.