I wrote this for you in a kinder world

    A boy and a girl sat on a hill at sunset. It was not so special a hill to those who passed down below. It was, in fact, completely unremarkable in every way except that it was here that the veil of human cruelty was thinnest and the heavens came closest to touching the earth. It was also, by sheer coincidence, a graveyard. But to the boy and girl it was remarkable only because they were on it, and the rest of the world lay far below.
    The boy lay on his back in the grass and looked up at the glittering lights of the stars. "Why doesn't anyone stay in my life for very long?" he asked the girl.
    Her brow wrinkled in thought as she looked down at the tiny city below them. "I don't know, really" she said. "Forever is kind of a silly concept. I think if you had anybody for forever, they wouldn't mean so much to you. Maybe that's why it's better to leave sometimes. Before the bad memories start to outweigh the good."
   The boy snorted. "I don't need anybody" he said. "If everyone just leaves in the end, then theres no point."
   The girl was sad then, because she loved the boy. Sometimes she felt that he meant it when he said those sorts of things. But other times she decided it was more of an armor, and if the boy wanted to wear it then she couldn't really blame him.
    The boy looked up at the stars. Then he looked at the girl. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked.
     A shooting star flew by and the girl lept up to catch it. It slipped right through her fingers as she atempted to grab it and whizzed by her ear, circling her head before disappearing again. She laughed and fell back in the grass.
    "Why would I be afraid of you?" She poked his side and the boy smiled. The girl decided she like his smile: lopsided, with crooked teeth and a warmth that made his sad eyes seem a little bit happier.
    "Dance with me" the boy said, and he pulled her to her feet. He laced his fingers through hers and taught her how to waltz. And they danced on the hilltop like sillhouettes against the lights of the city below, with the black paper trees around them and the purple diamond sky above them, and the girl could have sworn that her feet never touched the ground.
    Then they were sitting, and the first light of dawn was just starting to appear, turning the sky a soft hazy pink. The girl laid her head on the boy's shoulder, but his face was guarded again. He pulled away.
   "You can't fix people" he told her. "And you can't bring back the past. People will always hurt you in the end."
    The girl sighed. She knew he was right. Suddenly she felt so old. The stars were quickly fading in the morning light, and the hilltop that had seemed so magical the night before was drab and dull. But she mustered up her last bit of strength. As the last shooting star shot across the sky, she lept up and snagged it. She whispered a story to it, one about a boy and a girl who once waltzed in a graveyard. Then she pressed it into the boys chest.
    "There is beauty in the pain of remembering" she told him, and kissed him on the cheek. "Sometimes you have to let go of the bitterness in your eyes and see the wonder that's all around you. With or without anyone else."
    The girls eyes were sad, and older than the boy remembered them being. She turned and wrapped herself into his arms, leaning her head on his chest where she felt safe, and tried to memorize the sound of his heart as it beat against her cheek. "I'm learning how to let you go."