Dear Nicole,



Remember when you and Kaleb laid on the roof of your old car until sunrise, pointing out constellations and watching shooting stars? There must’ve been a hundred that night! You drove until the glare of the streetlights faded, then spent and un-navigated hour leaving the city, searching for the darkest, quietest place you could find.



It was cold. No breeze, but the type of cold that wraps around you tightly as if welcoming itself onto your skin, drying up every pore as it works its way into your bones. You laid their still, with your eyes tearing up from the dryness in the air, and watched star, after star shoot across the sky. Each time one would fall, you could hear him yell out, “Another one, another one!” His screams sounded like a distant roar that echoed through the blackness of the night.

And, it was then that you closed your watery eyes as if to make wish, but instead you met me.



That wasn’t the first time we met, but you know that. I just remembered your re…