Last night was the first night for the perfect viewing of the Perseids.

We sat on the rock, overlooking the city. We had never met up there before. With the city glitter below us, we watched as the stars fell. “How many stars will fall tonight?” “Not nearly as many as in your eyes.” The line was cheesy and stupid, but it made me melt, and melt I did, in his arms.

A warm, summer’s night. The hot surface of the rock below us. The stars falling above us. The twinkling of the city lights in the distance.

I was surprised that no cars traveled through the street. It’s a back road, but the traffic is frequent on most summer nights. Not last night. Last night it was all our own. The world was empty except for us and the falling stars.

Tuesday cannot get here fast enough.