We sat and watched the stars, those days.
It was in your eyes: a feeling almost - tangible - in its purity. I could almost feel your soul pouring into me when we kissed - a perfect delicate silence, broken as we broke apart, breathing. Head on your chest, wrapped up in the warm blanket of your arms and the stars and the knowledge that you and I together were a single entity: love.
The stars burned out, though. And so did we.
Now, I lay curled up in a bed that now seems a bit too big for me tonight. And I'm drowning in the knowledge that one and one equals two, today.
