Stars & Saturday Nights

Almost 6 years have passed but still we’re here. Others thought we’d never make it. Well, what can I say? It may sound like kid stuff, but it’s for real. Time has passed, people have changed, but in spite of everything, we’re here, standing strong. The stars have been our spectators. They’ve seen us through thick and thin. I never thought we’d make it. But we did…

He’s always there for me. He’ll never leave me alone in the dark. He’s my knight in shining armor. We’re like two people bonded to become one. No matter what the others say, nobody can take us apart. He’s one true friend that I know I can rely on when a dark cloud is coming my way.

Saturday nights are cool. At exactly 7:00 in the evening, 2 pairs of feet are evident hanging from the tree house. The candlelight dances with us as the night goes by. I know the stars are watching. They’ve seen us build castles in the air. It’s one thing that keeps us together – dreams. I always keep one. I wonder if he does?

He was fun being around. He always gives a good laugh. It was amazing having him near me. It’s like holding the stars in my hands. I know we hold each other in our hearts. He was my strength. He used to keep my head up high. He used to… he used to…

It was a cloudy night and there were no stars. I was alone. I saw a silhouette from afar. It was him – drunk. I helped him climb the tree. Then I looked at the sky. There were still no stars in sight. Was there something they wanted to say but they couldn’t? Or was it something they’re hiding from me?

I was startled to see a pair of eyes looking at me. I almost forgot he was there. He gave me a bottle of beer. And another. And another. And another. The night was young. You could see 2 heads laughing and shaking as if the sun would never shine. We were sitting close to each other – close enough to see the stars in our very own eyes. And we did. We held it in our hands. As the night goes by, secrets are unraveled, feelings are expressed. It was the happiest day of my life. It’s like the world stopped rotating. I knew then that no one could take us apart. But the stars still didn’t showed up. I was mistaken…

I never thought I’d feel so low. He had changed, since that Saturday night. He was not the friend I used to know. I was a damsel in distress, left alone, waiting to be rescued by my one and only hero. But he never came. I asked the stars what had happened but there was no reply.

We once believed that the stars guide us in everything we do. But now, I think they don’t. We were once good pals but now, when I look into his eyes, a stranger is all I see. I don’t know whom to blame. Was it me? Was there something I said? Yet, it doesn’t matter anymore. I was like a kid lost in a crowd, with nowhere to go, and no one to be with. I’ve lost my strength to live.

We had a pact not to desert each other. It was written in the sand. And now it was washed away by the tide. I’m missing him so much that I could cry him a river. Although he’s with me here, I know his mind and soul was far away where I could never reach out my hands and touch it. He was no longer the one I trusted with my life. He left me here hanging, lost in the middle of so many questions, unanswered.

There was stain on my coffee table. I’ve got no strength to clean it. Everywhere I look, everywhere I go, I see pictures of him. He was a part of me that I know I just can’t set free. It was impossible to take him off my system. A lot of things remind me of him – the tree house, Saturday nights, the stars.

The stars. They have witnessed how happy I was when we’re together. They have shared with us the joy of building our dreams and bringing it to existence. They have seen us lie beneath them, chat about anything, and just fade away with the darkness. And now, even they can make out that we’re no longer the same. We have changed. For the better or for the worse, nobody can tell. What I know is that when I look at him, all I can see is another person, getting his way thru the crowd, carrying on with his life, without looking back where he once had a life – a life full of stars, love, and dreams that were once brought to life.

It’s a cold, Saturday night, and he’s 2 hours late. The stars are watching me here all night, wondering if he’d ever show up. How I wish he would… how I wish…

Because I don’t know you anymore
I don’t recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don’t talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn’t give to see your face again.