He was the stars. He was the natural state of the universe, the way things were supposed to be. He lit up my room at night, and we would lie on the bed until I'd fall asleep. He was a tiny pinprick of light in the darkness, and the largest constellation there was.
He was the stars. So close, yet so far away. His beauty and magnificence had a way of showing you just how insignificant you were. He shone so bright, proving how dull I was by comparison. He was like the stars, and the only time I truly saw him was at night.
