“Let’s just lie here for awhile and look at the stars,” he said.
But that was back when you were still just a girl who believed in the stories of gods and men.
Like how the man in the moon was once just a boy, banished from Earth for cursing the darkness.
How the great hunter Orion was blinded by lust, first for a girl and then by her father.
And poor Cassiopeia, punished for being too pretty. Tied to a chair and left in the sky, spending most of her days hanging upside down.
He was lying then and so were you, on your backs it seemed so real. As if the stories were his to tell and you were the first to hear them.
As if those were really diamonds in the sky and not just boulders burning from far, far away.