His pov,
I thought I was staring at the moon,
but it was just her.
I look at the sun,
and remember her radiant smile.
I listen to the downpour,
and think of her tears.
I see the shooting stars,
and see a picture of her twinkling eyes in my mind.
I read 'The fault in our stars' and think of us.
I listen to 'Chasing cars' and envision us.