"We sit underneath the stars

it's practically midnight by now

you should be getting home soon

before your mother goes mad

you sigh and put down your phone

you've been so distant lately

there's trillions of stars above us

the amount of them are endless

endless, what I used to think our love was

now I sit here and wonder if we're even looking at the same sky,"

[To that one person who becomes more distant each time the stars separate]