A short, depressing minuet.

I look into my cupboard once again, to stuff my Physical Geography lecture notes into their space.

I pause.

Looking ever so blankly at a bottle full of stars. A bottle filled to the brim, with folded stars.

I've managed to ignore it for a while.

I turn the bottle around and around and around, trying to find the single star unlike the others.

Just like I did, when you first gave it to me.

Except this time, I'm not laughing anymore. Or griping about how difficult it is. Or whining about how I can't find the star.

I know it when I see it.

I look again though, just to be sure. Just make a couple rounds more, before unscrewing the cap and tipping out the star that falls into my palm.

Hot Pink. Shiny. Different.

I unfold it. Just like the time when you first gave it to me. Looking eagerly for the text, in minute handwriting so small and neat, just like mine. Each letter like a representation of you. Each word making my heart grow weak.

No matter what happens, I'll always love you.

I cried reading it. I'm crying typing this. I'm not a softie. I'm not.

Only you could make this emotionally incapacitated person feel.


I just wanted to let you know that-


I do too.