what could we have become? had only i let down my guard, kept my mouth shut to certain people, and let what should have come next happen, we could have been like the Milky Way and Andromeda colliding; brilliant, blindingly bright, overwhelmingly imperfect yet a piece of art nonetheless. remembered for as long as memory remained.
but no, galaxies didn’t collide, and our planet is still spinning steadily around the sun, continuing on its way as it always had.
i would be lying, though, if i said i haven’t been gazing at the night sky through my bedroom window, hoping to catch even the faintest glimmer of reunions millions and millions of miles away, even if it meant going back in time, even if it meant giving up on the moon.
funny how you leave your curtains closed and lock yourself away.
funny how i used to do the same, but like stars light years away, you never find out until it’s too late.
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