"Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy." In which Blythe loves stars than any material things that exists on earth. But she doesn't know why she loves them. "I love you, my star. Whenever you feel like missing me, just look at the stars and it will remind you of me, always." A voice she heard from her dreams. Could this be the reason why she loves stars? All Rights Reserved. @cappujino Please don't copy the same story line. Plagarism is a crime. No part of this story will be taken without my permission. Don't forget to vote, comment, and share. Thank you!