The Rain On Monday

Written words are the only thing my mind can find ease in.


28. Stars

They ask me why it is that I don’t like to talk about you.

I tell them a blatant answer with no true meaning behind it whatsoever.

The truth behind all of my lies is that talking about you makes me remember every single memory that I’ve ever had of you and me; the good and the bad.

Everyday I find myself thinking about you and those grey eyes of yours.

I try to converse with your family, but they remind me so much of you.

The words “I miss you” aren’t enough to explain what I feel at the moment.

I don’t think I’m even able to fathom my exact thoughts because there aren’t any words that I can think of that will satisfy me.

But if I were to sum it up into one phrase, I think that phrase would be “You are missing from me” because I don’t miss you, well, of course I do, but it’s so much more than that.

The nights we’d spend together doing absolutely nothing, yet at the same time those are the nights I won’t forget.

The times we’d talk about the right now, because neither you nor I liked to speak of the future.

The times we’d drive in your car for hours – no destination in mind.

The times we’d fall asleep on the phone and wake up listening to the other one breathing, knowing that they were in our dreams the previous night.

The times we’d gaze at the stars and think about how they mesmerized us, even took our breath away, and how we were just like them.

You know, that one-day, when you told me that you longed to be a star.

I didn’t quite understand you at first, but now I do.

I know that when I look up at the night sky, you’re there.

And instead of me just gazing up at you, I know you’re up in the beyond gazing back at me.

So, you see, you and I are one – always have been, and always will be.

As you’re missing from me, I am missing from you.

But one day you and I will be reunited, and I know that right next to you, there will always be a place for me.

Until then, I will continue to hold the stars as the most precious thing in my heart.

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