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The only thing I love more than writing songs with Riggins late at night is lying under the stars with him.
“She’s a free spirit, little star,” I remember him saying. “Just like you; she always comes back to me.” “Just like me,” I had said with a wide smile, a smile he had liked a lot because he kissed me so hard, I thought it was going to bruise.
“This isn’t who I am anymore, Riggins.” “Then I can’t wait to get to know the new version of you, Stella. Make her my best friend, too.”
“But you were always extraordinary, Stella. The brightest star in the sky.”
“Because even if you aren’t ready for that again, you’re mine. That means you’re also mine to take care of.”