The stars have heard every secret, every fumble in the sheets, every laugh, every cry, every hurt, every joy, every story; they were there when no one else was. They are a person's secrecy holder. They never speak, but never must. We speak to them because we need someone to listen we don't need something to tell us we are wrong we need something to make us feel not alone. We admire them for the beauty of silence. We admire them because words are not needed but comfort. That's the beauty of stars.
