An Introduction

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.

The End

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