All I wanted was a star. Just one. Something small enough for the world to overlook, but bright enough to keep my soul alive.
I never asked to be loved by everyone. I never asked for castles, crowns, or my name written across the sky. I only wanted one quiet light to find me on the nights when loneliness became too loud to survive.
Because some people carry sadness so beautifully that nobody notices they are drowning. They laugh softly, speak gently, and hide entire wars behind tired eyes. I became one of those people.
And still, I stayed kind. Still, I gave love with shaking hands. Still, I stood beneath empty heavens, hoping something up there would finally look down and choose me too.
So if you ever see someone staring at the stars a little too long, understand this, they are not searching for the sky.
They are searching for a reason to stay.