"if you were a star, you'd be that one."
you said, pointing to the brightest one.
on one of all those nights we spent, laying on our backs looking up, hunting constellations that didn't even exist.
one of those nights, that seem a lifetime ago.
"why can't i be the moon?"
i asked.
you smiled as you turned to your side to face me.
"you'll always be my moon, sweetie."
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