There was nothing romantic between us. But you were who I thought about when I thought about coming home. There was nothing earth-shattering about us. But the world changed whenever I was around you, and we talked about our place in the universe through the night under the stars. There was nothing regular about when we saw each other. But I always wanted you next to me when we weren't in the same place, even for a few minutes. There was nothing explosive about how we ended. But my entire body broke with every thought of you, and I think about you every day. There was no reason for me to love you this much. Because there was nothing romantic between us.