… I still dream about constellations that I named before us, making me believe that those are witnesses of a dream-come-true. If only I could tell you, I’ve been waiting for a star to shine just so we can stare at it at the same time, nevertheless the distance we have. And, if only I could tell you how I wrote about the galaxies and how I filled numerous wells with pennies and how I uttered every wish I have in mind just to have you. But now, I tell you. Tonight, I am running out of pixies, and I’m tired of wishing again for the stars.
So this time, I started telling the moon instead. And I was glad, dear. I was glad it listened.
— el (no more if onlys)
Photo by Casey Horner