Space obsession, queen confessions.
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…
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…