It was Friday night and they were sitting on the rooftop, trying to catch a glimpse of stars in a very busy city. His shoulders were draped with a blanket and he was holding his cup of coffee. He was gazing to the sky and her eyes were fixated on him. Sometimes she wondered why she still loved him even after every fight and scream they'd gone through, even after she was so close to giving up. But in the night like this, when it was only them and the moon, she remembered why she loved him in the first time. Looking at him enjoying himself and sipping his coffee made her heart bloom again, he looked so innocent and it was as if nothing in the world could worry him.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Us."
"What about us?"
She shrugged, "I like us like this. Sitting in silence, enjoying each other's company even if we're not even speaking. And it's like... we got the whole world at our hands."
"Well, you're my world, so yeah, I really got the whole world at my hand," he grinned.
Oh, but darling, you got the whole universe at your hand, and what is a world compared to the universe?
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