The Stars were talking to her.. She always looked at the stars like she was seeing a person talking to her. Sometimes she'd smile, sometimes she'd blush... One night, I asked her out of curiosity.. "What do you see up there? What makes the stars so special to you?" She said... "You see stars.. But I see moments I survived... I see wishes I never said out loud. I see the people I lost... and the versions of myself I'm still trying to find... I see hope.. even when my days feel heavy. The stars remind me that light still exists... even after everything goes dark."" And somehow, in that moment.. I realized she wasn't in love with the stars... She was in love with the idea that something so far away could still shine for her.