Stars

From a young age we are told to reach for the stars, dream and rely on what we can't always we but know their always there. 

Once there was a woman who fell in love with the stars, she dreamed of one day dancing around the glory of the icy light. Touching the untouchable and hold them so dear and close. But stars can't return our love, they barely spare us a glance. her sheer idiocy lead to nothing but dismay and harm, she didn't stop loving them. She often sat mindlessly jumping between the stars in her dreams but they never onces hopped back to her.

When given the chance to aimlessly explore the stars with a stranger it was clear she was no longer there for anyone else. She chose the stars, became them, high and mighty above the universe. Lighting the nights of distant galaxies changing someone else's hopes and dreams, holding what some can't fathom. How she longed for such responsibility without truly knowing the price others would pay for her. 

She was the stars to you, the small constellations were meaningless different images that were already joined together meant nothing, the pictures already existed so there was little point in viewing something the entire universe had already seen. There is only one important star in this solar system according to many but to you it was very different star. One light for the existence of billions was meaningless to you, it always had been. You once had to share that one star with an entire universe of people, now you share two. 

She's up there, people would say, she's zooming among galaxies and seeing things we can see later. But she wasn't exploring, she was waiting. In the same place each night viewing from such distance that it was insufferable to you. The need and plea to be near her once more was too strong and you joined her too early.

For now I watch you both wait, and endure all others are sharing with you, until the day I can join you.