I fell in love with a star on an endless and cloudless september night. It shone so uniquely in a sky full of look a likes. “Star, are you only shining for me?” I would ask. It never replied, but I knew the answer. It was not, but I pretended it was on that endless september night, and my ignorance brought me bliss. Only the night wasn’t endless, and my ignorance wasn’t as infinite as I’m sure my love will be. The sun had come out a year and some months later. The star was gone. It’s so dark I thought and believed for 1,000 years. Until one day, “There’s still light! There’s still light my son!” Yelled the sun. Life must go on.