Why so quiet?

You've once asked me.

You drew me a sketch of a bright small window. The only one with the lights on inside the building. There you wrote, "I wish I could see through you."

You grabbed my hand and offered me to join you into the lavatory. And we stay there for a while. Releasing every tension of our excited atoms in silent.

I once flattered. But how can I?

How can I not?

You're a massive star

And I'm out of words.