At times, I lay in bed and look out my window, staring at the stars. It reminds me of you, how we always used to text each other to look at the moon and how beautiful it was that night. It brought us together, it was the light keeping us one. But one day the moon fell, it broke into pieces and decreased to a crescent moon. Things went down hill for us, but there will always be one little star, one little piece of hope that maybe just maybe, you will come back to me. If only you saw it...