We are like starstheres a chance we might burn out.
There was something about the brightness that humbled me.
In looking up, I was so smalland that simple fact seemed to ground me somehow.
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The California sky is different.
Less black, and the stars a softer white.
A year and a half of watching sunsets fade into darkness and it doesnt quite feel like home.
The night sky brings a silence Im still learning to accept.
Ive always been afraid of the future.
You were like thatnever mysterious, but always a mystery.
We stopped on the pier by the ocean, watched the waves crash into the shore.
I watched the waves sparkle under the moon.
They mirrored the sky, one circle of beautiful, illuminated darkness surrounding us.
And for the first time in a long while, I wasnt afraid.
We fell in love slowly, or maybe it wasnt slow at all.
Sometimes these sort of feelings just creep up on you.
And maybe that moment is another metaphor in itself.
Theres a chance our brightness wont warm one another forever.
