Under the Stars |✓

5

Stars are little holes in the floor of heaven.

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I always wondered how a star could be this fascinating in the sky. As little as it was, I couldn't possibly think of anyone who didn't love looking at the stars.

Stars were like tiny shiny designs in the plain night sky, twinkling in its own glorious way.

And staring at them, made me wish I was a star.

Somehow staring at the stars gave me a sense of relief. Calmness. Optimism. Hope.

I had read somewhere that when a child comes into the world, a star is born. And for some reason I believed it.

I wonder where my star is...

I observed there were different kinds of stars in the sky. Some were bright, some were dull. Most of them were teeny tiny while a few were slightly bigger. Some were white in color, or yellowish, or blueish, or red... or was it orange?

They made different patterns. Some were together like a family, others were separated and alone.

I noticed that the bright ones were the ones on their own. The faint ones were clustered together but there was still some distance.

I believed that everyone had their own personal star in the sky. So I searched for mine. If you search for your own star, you will know it when you see it. Or you can just choose whatever star you want as your own.

I gazed on until I came upon a unique looking star. It looked dull one moment but then it brightened a little only to become dull again. Around it were other stars, like three or four stars. But they were a bit bigger and brighter. The star looked like it didn't belong there.

The star reminded me of myself in a way. Maybe that could be my star? It stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the other stars... just like me.

I stared at this partially bright star. Maybe it was my eyes, but it appeared to be getting a little brighter each passing second.

Then I noticed another star not to far from the star I had been staring at. It was kind of similar and also kind of close enough to it as well.

I wonder who owned that star. I thought. I'd like to think it was my sister's.

I felt a movement beside me as I admired the star.

When I decided in my mind that the star was mine, I looked beside me and was met with striking electric blue eyes, staring straight at me.

My breath hitched.

"Hi."