As we walked through the aisle, smell of freshly made cookies from the bakery and of persian rose perfumes from selerio's soothed our noses.
We kept singing our song 'what keeps the stars awake' louder and louder all our way to the end of the road. Until she had to diverge.

It felt bad, everyday when she'd leave. As if there'd appear a pebble at the bottom of my heart when I'd be without her.
A feeling, that all of the world was going to shatter in pieces if we'd not happen to meet again.

Before she left for the bus, she took my hand and kissed my palm.
She was innocent, it was all in her eyes.

I felt close to her, closer than I had been to anything before. I felt her to be an integral part of the system that kept me alive.
Maybe, all of our lives are based upon the simple fear of losing.

And so I asked the silliest thing one could ask to another.

"Mine?"

She smiled. Her bus was there, she left my hand and ran towards it and before it'd have gone, she shouted, smiling and leaning out of the window of her seat.

"Yours."

That night I figured out what keeps the stars awake.

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