Do you ever look at the stars?
Because I do.
There are certain constellations that remind me of your smile.
You see, I used to be a morning person, but when I met you everything changed. Meeting you was like looking in a mirror, we were the same, but opposite, you were like my flipped reflection.
You showed me the beauty of your world and made me fall in love with night.
But as time passed I soon became nocturnal and realized that I missed myself.
I missed the morning sun. I missed the way it's warmth caressed my skin whenever I felt frozen inside. I was so absorbed with you, my metaphoric mirror, that I only allowed myself to love what you loved. I looked to the stars because it was the only brightness I had left. I kept trying to convince myself I was in love with night, but truthfully I was trying to convince myself that I was in love with you. And I was, or I tried to be, but the clouds have shielded any starlight that your nights once provided. You keep asking me to love you, to forgive you, but it's too dark and I refuse to set myself aflame to light up the path for you any longer.