Our Constellation
The stars kept aligning
Some things are decided long before they happen. One clear night the question finally caught up with us, and the answer had been waiting all along.
First light
A rooftop gathering neither of us planned to attend, and a conversation that outlasted the playlist.
The same sky
Two cities for a year, one standing call at midnight, both of us tracing the same constellations from different balconies.
The question
On a clear night at the summit, one of us pointed at the sky and asked. The answer was already written.