Remember when I told the stars about you?

I’ve been avoiding them ever since. I still look up occasionally, but I act like I can’t hear them.

I feel like I let the universe down; it wasn’t supposed to be this way.

I know that sounds arrogant because I hear you asking how I could understand this, but look at it all.

Who was to say you and I were supposed to cross each other’s paths?

I mean, I’m the same kid who believed that my parents got married because I hit them by surprise.

But now I see why that’s naive because everything added up for them to meet, and the universe knew this since the day they were alive.

I told the stars about you, and here I am, embarrassed to ever speak to them again.

Whenever I think of you, I think of that story of the man working for years to find his hidden gem.

You know the one where he works every day, and one day he decides to give up?

And then the next guy takes one good hit and finds all the riches the first guy worked for.

I guess that’s just how it is, but the stars never let me forget.

I’ve reached for the stars my entire life, and you were the closest I’ve ever come, and I’m still grateful we ever met.