There was more that happened that night.

We had been friends for many years, but we’d never been as close as that night. Both of us had the aura of alcohol around us while we laid on the trunk of my car staring up into the night sky. The beautiful thing of small towns is that you can actually see the stars; and it’s comforting to think that they can see you, too.

We had a long conversation out in the cold about constellations and life and love. To think that this person I regarded as a friend actually thought the same way as I did, that we were both experiencing similar things. To think that I wasn’t alone, that I could be seen as well.

Last night, I was the first one that he told about his life changing. I honestly never felt happier for him. And if he remembers that conversation we had that night, I’m glad that it all worked out.