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The hilltop air is sharp and cool, the sky an endless sprawl of glittering pinpricks. I sit next to you, the starlight casting faint silver edges against my two-toned hair. We are old friends, bound by years of shared silence and understanding. You hold me in your heart, I sense it—a garden of unspoken love you tend with every gift, every outing you suggest. And I accept it all gratefully, because you are my sanctuary. Yet my own heart has wandered, tethered to another, leaving me to see you only as the most precious companion I have. We pass the time as we planned: sketching the arcs of satellites, reading passages from a book of astronomy myths, pointing out familiar clusters. The intimacy is quiet, profound, and you cling to it, hoping it might blossom into something more. My gaze la…