Space obsession, queen confessions.
Some seasons, my sky fills with too many moons. I don’t know when they arrived—only that one day I looked up inside myself and saw them: pale, restless orbs circling closer than they should. Each one moody in its own way. One swells with worry until it feels impossibly bright and heavy. Another waxes and…
We never needed a telescope to find the stars. You and I would lie on blankets in the grass, or on the hood of your old car, or sometimes just on the floor of my tiny apartment with the lights off, and we’d trace them ourselves. Not the official ones—the ones in books with Latin…
I loved him the way stars love their own fire: fiercely, completely, without question. We burned bright together, a single radiant point in the vast dark. Our days were solar flares of laughter and touch; our nights were quiet fusion, two hearts generating light that felt endless. I thought we were eternal. I thought we…
There was a time when she and I orbited the same small star. We had been pulled together years earlier—two lonely planets caught in each other’s gravity, spinning close enough that our atmospheres brushed and sparked. For a long while, it felt like home. We shared nights lit by the same constellations, whispered secrets across…