I sat there looking at him. I don’t think he noticed. We were sitting outside watching a movie. We weren’t alone, but it felt like we were. I remember how his eyes light up so bright. Brighter than any of those stars. I tried to make jokes because the night before he told me he enjoyed watching movies with me. I made him laugh and he put his head on my arm. His hair smelled like rain. And, oh, the ache to hold his hand hurt. Maybe he wanted to hold mine, too. All I know is that was a moment I’ll not forget. When I was there and he was there and everything was alright.