"Let's talk about the darkness," I suggested, thinking of the stars.

"You're thinking about the light, aren't you?" You asked, understanding the words that I left unspoken.

"I'd reach for them, but I'd always fall short," I admitted, remembering everything I'd failed at.

"You've made my life worth living," you said, leaning closer to me.

Where did it end? Where does it begin?

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