… we were just stars on crossroads, wandering where our paths would take us. In intertwined fingers and stitched hearts, in screwed up selves and vodkas, in throbbing pain and promises, we were just stars finding our way back to each other. But lately, I’ve realized how my past changed the universe in me. By looking back to the things that defined our constellations, to the memories we looked back as if we were each other’s dream come true.
Looking back, it was horrible. And it created a theory which only my past could remember and my two thousand and twenty could forget.
So this time, I’ll still walk— but I’m never looking back again.
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