The night was perfect, as perfect as any night could get really. But you always did know how to top perfection. A single perfect night with you was more than the equivalent of ten thousand perfect nights with anyone else.

Tonight I was alone, but thinking of you, still. Of course I was. You never left my thoughts. I’d only seen you hours previously so you were still fresh in my mind; the touch of your skin, the scents of your clothes, of your breath, the shivers that ran down my spine when you looked at me.

I was sitting out on the balcony, looking at the beauty of the night’s sky. This is where I went to think, because there is where I felt closest to you. When I look at the sky, I see stars. When you look at the sky, you, too, see stars. We weren’t too far apart, if we can see the same stars. This slightest of connections was enough for me, the night’s sky holds magic. A magic intended only for us.

I would give anything to spend the rest of my life, sitting beside you watching the stars. I’d give anything to sit by you for the rest of my life, even during the day time, as long as it’s a day that never dies. Things like these, all these impossible things... Being with you makes me feel like I can do them all, but only if I was doing them for you.

Today was another kind of magic, to the magic the stars have. Day magic and night magic, both are so wonderful yet so wildly different.

I spent all day with you today. We met up in the morning, under the tree where we first met. I remember that day so well, as if it was today. It held many similarities to today, actually. Both seemed like a good day, then became what we thought would be an awful day but then turned into the best day of both our lives.

I was walking through the park; I don’t know what you were doing. After having spent another day walking by myself, I just wanted to get home. It was only 2 pm. If I hadn’t been so consumed by my own self-pity, I would have been wearier of the clouds. Hanging low and dark, they had been threatening to rip open and spill all morning. I had noticed them, but paid more attention to the darkening, heavy cloud that weighed down on my mind. Trudging along, you didn’t exist to me, to give me you to think about, yet.

Then suddenly the heavens exploded on to us. A previously non-existent wind howled, and the rain fought its way down to earth like a hell bent demon seeking havoc and revenge. At least, that’s how I recall it now. But maybe, maybe meeting you was such an enlightening moment for me that everything else darkened in comparison?

All I know is that it rained and there was a tree close by. The rain in my eyes made the world into a mess, like water spilt on a wet painting, but I knew where the tree was. I just didn’t see you when I got there. I remember stopping, and sitting, the wet grass dampening my trousers. I remember shaking my head, wringing out my hair and then rubbing my eyes, to see clearer. I had done all this before I noticed you, only a foot away from me. I looked around but I didn’t expect to see anyone, much less you sitting immediately to my right. The surprise was visible, punctuated by a small jump and an intake of breath. You noticed but you didn’t say anything, you just laughed. A small, quick laugh then a guilty look as if you shouldn’t have been laughing. Your hair, your face, your twinkling eyes – the first stars that held magic for me, your smile, your laugh; everything about you screamed that you were the one for me. It started with look, a smile, a breaking of the ice “Cuddle for body heat?” and another laugh.

We only progressed from there. In the space of that day, I felt a deeper connection with you than anyone I had ever known. I learned so much about you, Dylan Thompson. You, in turn, learned so much, too much, about me. But it didn’t scare you away. In fact, you seemed to delight in knowing more and more about me. Even this, the very beginnings of what would the most important relationship of my life, this made me feel so special when I was with you, even just for knowing you.

It rained for two solid hours, and neither if us wanted to leave the other, so we just sat there. My damp clothes, clinging to my skin, led me to shiver. You noticed; I shivered so violently, how could you not have noticed? We ended up huddling together, after all. When your skin touched my skin, it was as though somebody had set me alight.
There was an electric rush, crackling in the air; passion, we always had passion.