The Brightest Star

  If I had to name what you remind me of most, I would say a star. The brightest star in the sky, shining brilliantly over me. No matter where I am, or how far I run, all I have to do is look up to see you glimmering unfaltering. Always there shining as if to reassure me that, even if it feels like it, it's not the end of the world. Every night I can look up to your beauty to soothe me. Even when the sun rises and I can no longer see you, I know you are still faithfully watching over me.

  Unfortunately, many don't understand how I feel. They say there are other stars that shine far brighter than you. They say you're just a tiny insignificant speck among others that are exactly the same as you, but if they could see you up close, through the telescope, like I can, they would be proven so very wrong. They would see how uniquely and passionately you burn,... but they never take the time. I feel sorry for them, they will never experience the wonderful feeling that comes with seeing your magnificent light.

  And, yes, just like a star, no matter how tall I grow or how high I jump, I can never really reach you. It's impossible to touch a star, to hold a star in ones arms. Despite this, every night, I reach for the unattainable knowing full well I'll never be able to even come close to touching you, and, honestly, that might be the only reason I keep reaching. If you miraculously did become within reach, I'm not quite sure if I would have enough courage to tell you these feelings.

  I used to have a wish I wanted to come true. I would wish on the stars that would shoot past and all around you, that you would follow the same course as them. That you too would become a shooting star. That you would blaze across the sky leaving a multi-color trail behind you all while dazzling everyone on Earth who saw you. And then, when it was all over, you would fall down to Earth and I would catch you. At last, I would be able to reach you and we would always be together...

  However, I soon realized how selfish such a dream was. How it even contradicted what I had been saying all along. If this wish came true, it would rob you of your unique light. You would no longer be able to shine brilliantly overhead, you would be condemned to a dull life on Earth, ripped from the other stars, ripped from your home, ripped from what makes you, you.

  So I'll wait down here until I gain the courage to truly reach out to you. I'll try to do it sooner than later since it must be pretty lonely up there. It may look like your clustered together with many other stars from the view down here, but I know they're all hundreds of miles away. I know you'll wait patiently for me though. Reliably above like you always are, but until the day I meet you up there, I am content admiring your beautiful presence from afar.

End.