. . . and know that you're one of them.
The night was long and empty and sad. I cried holding you in my arms until you were taken away from me.
I never imagined us to part like that. I never wanted to hear you say good-bye but I wished you did.
I wished you told me that you were dying. I could have spent more time with you. I could have made you an artwork. I could have told you how much I loved you.
I was back to being alone in the dark.
That's what I thought but I was wrong because when I looked outside the window, something told me that you were, are, and will always be here.
The meteor shower began.