“How many nights does it take to count the stars. That’s the time it would take to fix my heart” We had the time of our lives you know, before it went bad, before cracks in our relationships became sinkholes large enough for the Earth. A joking push, turns into a joking shove, on a night looking at the stars above. The nights were filled with glee, delight, and bliss. Nights filled stuck in each other’s thoughts, captivated by each other’s aura. Days at the beach, days at the park, days at the festival, and days going out to eat. A time when all was well, and we were happy. Staring into her eyes, seeing them twinkle, brighter than the stars, it was like someone put the universe in them. The only way to describe her was magical, pure, perfect, charming. It was like she had a bubble that stretched a mile around her, attracting everyone to her. I got lucky when she told me she loved me, because I felt a warmth I had never felt before. I felt for the first time in a long time, I actually mattered to someone. I smiled more than ever before and it seemed like that smile had been glued to my face. I went that entire day smiling because of three words, and one precious moment. Then, it happened. She cheated on me one night with her friends. She had one too many shots and subsequently, decided that our relationship wasn’t worth anything. She decided to sacrifice the love, trust, and memories for a few moments of happiness with another man. And it was never the same after that. Some nights I think about her, in bed, about to sleep, or even reading a book. She impacted me in so many different ways, she was a blessing and, at the same time, a curse. I wonder if she thinks about me, about what we had, and how it went down the drain just like that. “Close your eyes tell me who you see. Oh baby have I just become a memory.”