i wish i could show you the stars and the moon (but i can’t, you are amongst them now) so i could explain to you how beautiful and breathtaking it is up there. i wish i could show them to you, so you would realise how beautiful you actually are (and were, ofcourse).

i wish i could show you the stars and the moon, so i could show you that you still live inside of us, just like the stardust every human being was created with before their birth.

i wish i could show you the stars and the moon so you would realise how special you are and that being different, is in fact, okay. because being special is something you should have been loved for and not hated for.

i wish i could show you the stars and the moon, just so we could be together again. (but i can’t, you are amongst them now)