Constant Constellations

A star-crossed love. We knew it would end, but still, it was written in the stars. 

Our stars.

We never expected to feel so much so quickly. I thought a kiss was just a kiss--but we were drawn together like moths to a flame; our soulsparks beckoning, reaching until at last they touched and enveloped us in light. 

Starlight.

I miss you already, when your arms curl around my waist and your breath sighs steadily against the back of my neck. When you smile at me from across the room, and the way your pale skin looks in the moonlight. Like marble, chiseled gently into curves and edges that are not cold and hard, but warm and fluid and rising and falling.

Things will be different. We know. There is so little time left and it was fate that brought us together and fate that tears us apart. Things happen for a reason, they say. Things happen, I say. Time is relative, they also say. It's true.

We tripped and fell into some semblance of love that was more real than some loves that have lasted over lifetimes. Somehow, we helped each other up. One to lean on when the other needed to lean. Exactly what we both needed at exactly the right time. 

Hold me closer before you have to let go.

We will meet again... but things will be different.

I'll never forget our moments, frozen in time, your eyes reflecting starlight and the moonlight of your skin. Our moments are marked in the stars.

Our stars.