The stars in our lives had felt misaligned for many years. Both trying to build something new for ourselves, not quite sure how to make the puzzle pieces fit again. The day we met, we were clear with each other that the something we were looking for was nothing serious. Before the hour hand could make a full rotation, our firefly hearts were already caught in each other’s glass jar. Neither of us captive, but endlessly intertwined by the moonlight dancing in the seas of her eyes and his sweaty palms hoping he could glue their hands together. That night every burnt out star in our skies rose like a phoenix and aligned themselves perfectly to spell out nothing but love.