I've always loved the stars. At night, I climb out my bedroom window and lay up on the roof, just watching them. I wonder if she's looking at the same star I am, thinking about me as I think about her..
I wonder where she is now. Does she still dream big, or has reality finally taken it's toll on her? If I ever happen to see her again, will I recognize her; will she be the same?
I stare up at the star, the star that will always be ours, and I think of you. I hope that you haven't forgotten about me.
I know I'll never forget you.