"We'll pick blackberries all day and then drive to a cliff, where we can look up at the night sky, and count all the stars." He says as he lies down next to her on the grass, eyes casted to the sky. She chuckles softly next to him, "That's not possible. You can't count the stars." "When life gets too overwhelming, just look up at the night sky and lose yourself for a while." He says softly, "You can see the stars shine so brightly that you don't want to look away." "I just want someone who likes to look at the stars just as much as I do. I'm a dreamer and I know somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known." Her voice is a soft whisper as she blinks the tears away from her eyes. "Then let the stars tell our story. Let us be astronauts, dreaming on the moon, telescoping the stars, exploring the skies and searching for the moments that take our breath away." His fingers graze her hand, reaching out to intertwine their cold fingers , sending heat and compassion. She moves her head to look at him, his face glowing in the moonlight. His eyes, made stargazing at dawn a dream come true.
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