that_pagan_fool
“How many stars do you see?” She asked, the crackle of the radio making her voice seem almost fake. I didn’t have the strength to tell her that I couldn’t see any, that I was looking into empty space. “Millions.” “I wish I was there,” she’d say——across the galaxy, so far away that I could never touch her, never see the stars she sees. “I wish you were here, too.” I’d say. But the world would still be dark, save for the little bit of light coming out of the radio in her voice. She was all the light I had tonight, and for that I was grateful.