A Goodbye Written in Stars

Prologue

The stars were always my favorite thing.

Ever since I was a little girl, I would sit by my bedroom window and wonder if every star had a story to tell. I imagined they were pieces of forgotten wishes, scattered across the sky for someone to find.

Then I met him.

And for the first time, I thought I had found my own story among the stars.

He used to laugh whenever he caught me staring at the night sky.

"What are you looking for?" he'd ask.

"A sign," I'd answer.

"A sign of what?"

"That everything will be okay."

He never understood why I loved the stars so much. Yet somehow, he became the brightest one in my universe.

We spent countless nights together beneath the open sky, talking about dreams that felt too big for our small town. We planned futures we hadn't lived yet and made promises we were too young to understand.

I thought we had all the time in the world.

I was wrong.

The funny thing about goodbyes is that they rarely announce themselves. They don't arrive with warnings or grand speeches. Sometimes they come disguised as ordinary moments a smile, a hug, a simple "See you tomorrow."

And then tomorrow never comes.

If I had known that our last night together would be the last, I would have held his hand a little longer.

I would have memorized the sound of his laughter.

I would have told him how much I loved him without fear, without hesitation, without thinking there would always be another chance.

But life doesn't work that way.

Now, years later, I still find myself looking up whenever the stars appear. Not because I'm searching for signs anymore.

But because somewhere between those endless lights and forgotten wishes, a piece of him still lives.

And this-

This is the story of how I loved him.

The story of how I lost him.

The story of a goodbye written in stars.