The days turned to weeks, and the weeks slipped into months, but time felt weightless when I was with you. You were a secret the universe had whispered into my life—a fleeting miracle I never wanted to let go of.
Every moment we spent together was its own eternity. The way you spoke about the stars, as though you understood them in a way no one else did, made me wonder if you were part of their light, a piece of the sky that had fallen to earth.
One evening, you found me waiting again, beneath the same tree on the hill where we'd first shared our silence. The air was cool, and the sky blazed with streaks of lavender and gold. I was lost in thought when your voice cut through the stillness.
"You're always here," you said softly.
I looked up and smiled, though my heart trembled. "I like it here."