There was a meteor shower last night. It was at midnight. I was still awake but the temp was negative 4000 degrees. Plus I think the city lights here would've made it impossible to see. And I don't have anyone to share it with tonight so what would the point really be?

But I don't think I'll ever forget the last meteor shower I saw. It was literally one of the most romantic nights of my life. My boyfriend at the time took me for a ride in his car. He didn't tell me where we were going. He drove me out into the middle of nowhere, into the mountains. I joked that he was taking me someplace to kill me. We started on a four lane highway, then a back road with more curves and hills, then a dirt road that led into the mountains. He stopped the car in a clearing. It wasn't until I got out that I could see that we had a view of the entire valley. And it wasn't until he told me to look up that I saw the sky.

He brought out a blanket so we could lay on the ground and a bottle of wine. It was funny because he forgot glasses so we were sipping directly from the bottle. In between watching the meteors we kissed. Of course one thing led to another. Our clothes came off and he went down on me. Everything seemed perfect in the world. I watched the sky as he made love to me (it was literally making love). I realized that he wasn't just another guy I was fucking.

He was special.