[27]

i live for the days i get to see her. 

but i know every time i do, she’ll be one step further away. 

and the day is coming when i look into that woman’s eyes,

my lisa, 

and she won’t have the faintest idea who i am. 

and i think it’s going to kill me. 

“jennie?”, i heard lisa’s voice amidst the trance, “honey?” she peeked through the window of our veranda, “what are you doing out here?” 

i’m obsessed with the night sky; the moon and the stars. i don’t know. it makes me feel like things are all relative, that it was not an accident that things happen.

how small and unimportant we must feel compared to the vastness of the stars we are situated with — all in all a humbling experience. 

my physical self is only but a shell of my existence — i hold all the secrets of the universe inside my soul. it’s always the soul that tells the stories after all. 

i felt lisa creep up behind my back to put her arms around me, enveloping me in a warm embrace. her cheek pressed against mine; she started humming ’till there was you by the beatles, as we allow the beautiful tidbits of the galaxy unravel before our eyes.

in the course of tranquility, i heard lisa’s soft voice whisper in my ear. 

“what do you think of the stars?” 

hmm, frankly,  “i think they are sad.” 

“why is that?” lisa postponed her staring cont