Tears welled in my eyes as I nodded, unable to put into words the depth of what I felt. Instead, I leaned into you, my lips brushing against yours in a kiss that felt like a promise. A vow written not in words but in starlight.
The sky above shimmered brighter than ever, the constellations shifting one final time to form two figures standing side by side, their hands intertwined. It was us—our story etched into the fabric of the universe.
As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, we stayed there, wrapped in each other's warmth, knowing that whatever lay ahead, the stars would guide us.
Because some loves aren't just written in the stars—they're embroidered into them, forever glowing, forever ours.