Stars
The moon was bright when we were stargazing.
I thought the stars were haphazardly scattered across the sky.
You didn’t.
You thought they were intentionally placed in every space.
I liked the idea of them being thrown like seeds and you liked the idea of them being carefully set.
So, we agreed to disagree.
Now the moon isn’t so bright.
And the stars are covered by clouds.
And I wish we had agreed.
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