I was sitting on the rooftop in the night sky, looking at the cluster of stars and the full moon.
Appreciating every second of the time spent.
Lost in my thoughts, when the stars said.
"We are shining bright stars, of course he's thinking about us and how bright and beautiful we are."
I smiled, still glazing at the sky.
"No, he's thinking about how shining and beautiful I am. I'm the one who is looked upon every night by poets and lovers."
The moon said to the stars.
Yet again, I smiled.
I smiled due to how wrong both if these were.
"I'm thinking about someone that shines brighter than you, oh stars. The one that's more beautiful than you, oh full moon. Someone who is injustice if we compare anything in this world and the skies. Someone who exalts the most beautiful things ever created. For one smile of hers, one glance of her puts all of you at shame. Oh, how lucky I am to have seen her..."
(Just random thoughts. I definitely wasn't talking about anyone...)