the third night.
10:24 p.m.
what's your name?
orion.
isn't there a star called orion?
no, wait, it's -
a constellation.
oh, right.
we regarded each other
under the faint light of the streetlamps.
do you know many constellations?
nope. but
i've always wanted to.
it was a shy invitation.
he had to hide a smile.
he stretched a hand out to me.
i stared at it warily.
come with me tonight,
he said.
come with me
and i'll show you the stars
and so much more.
i took his hand
and he led me to
something
wonderful.
he didn't tell me that i'd be going along with him every time after that,
but i suppose
i should've known.