I’ve had quite a few.  
Most spent kissing, and *******, rather than actually looking at the stars.
I almost expected the same from you. I was waiting for the cheesy pick up line, the attempt to get me back in the car. But, you didn't do that.  We didn’t kiss, or have ***, or do anything of that sort. Instead we talked, and just sat next to each other. It was lovely, and passionate, and all you did was be my friend.

I cry.  
I cry a lot.
I tell people I don’t, but that’s a lie.
I cry in the shower.  I cry in my bed at three o’clock in the morning.  I cry behind a locked door, covering my face, in a silent house.