astraea, tell me, how do the stars look from where you are? #hbdastraea
i’ve never loved the stars. but when i saw them the night we met, i couldn’t help but be enchanted. was it just me or were the twinkling stars’ iridescence even more beautiful that night--as if the night sky shone brighter when you were there? and perhaps they were--perhaps the stars were blowing kisses to us from above, sprinkling stardust upon us.
you taught me the meaning of the stars, stringing together constellations for the two of us to cherish. you showed me the secrets of the night, and together we would spend up in the heavens above. and we would wave towards moonboy, throw roses towards our starprince, kiss foreheads of the children of the stars, bowing our heads in thanks towards plato; we would travel to universes unknown, gathering constellations along the way.
and my dear, we’re five months in the making--dreaming of otherworldly wonders and travelling through time again and again. for five months i’ve dreamed again and again, for five months i’ve wished upon stars so readily, for five months i trace the curves of the moon and think of you.
you taught me more than the meaning of the stars, you taught me what it means to smile again. you gifted me with nighttime lullabies and twilight stardust. and i’ve never told you, but dear, i think you’re beautiful. you have a heart of gold, and how your heart shines in the darkness. and when our constellations intersect, i remember the first time you gave me the stars.
and perhaps one day, we’ll see the stars from the same night sky and collect constellations together by the blessings of moon boy. perhaps one day we’ll travel through the night once more and whisper to the stars alluring memories. for with you, i find myself falling for the same star.
and on this day, i gift you the night sky, the stars, the moon, the planets, the constellations, the dreams we’ve crafted and shot up into the night. on this day, i gift you the stars you gave me that first day.
happy birthday my dear astraea.