A cool night, a sleeping bag spread on the grass and the two of us cuddled together looking at the stars. We’ve always heard the maxim once you know the rules you may break them. A pure scientist would strongly suggest using a map of the constellations.
“There’s the north star. I’d always use it to guide me to you.” Aww, I’m a sucker for my honey’s mushiness.
A romantic knows to take advantage of the aphrodisiac power of being able to reshape the symbols and make up a constellation for her lover. I managed to connect enough bright starts to create a heart, borrowed from Cassiopeia, Ursa Major and Orion.
“There is mine for you, enamorat.” From that moment on we will search the sky for our constellation. “You’ll always know I love you and it’s written in the stars. Along with the memory of one cool night, a sleeping bag and the two of us.”
THE END
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