the places I’ve kissed her, all the places I’ve touched her. I wonder if, like me, she’s thinking about how the kind of connection the two of us once had is something that can’t be replicated. Can’t be forgotten. Can’t be moved past. There can’t ever truly be friendship between us, because Darby and I were once intertwined stars. At one time, we burst with light, threading through each other and forging together, though, in reality, we were both dying suns. Now, there’s nothing left of us but stardust floating through the cosmos in the dark.
