everyone's got to write their own love story - how it all began, how it all started. what and when you fell in love. and sometimes you just gotta rewrite it. especially when it didn't start out right.
you take out a pen, hoping to cross out the parts that hurt the most, but nothing's happening. the marks are there, the tear-streaks, the broken pieces of a heart that still beats. you ask yourself - why bother? but something tells you that it's worth the trouble. just one more time. you don't know why, you don't know how. but you know it is.
so you try again, this time you know that the chapter is closed. done. over with. nothing more left to add, but the story goes on. because the rewrite is working out after all, you can start a new chapter to the story.
in the midst of all that, you wonder, staring out into the night - you missed the first star, the one people wish on for happiness and for their dreams to come true. now you wait for the last star. people don't wish on the last star fading into the darkness. but you hope in the rays of the morning sun, you keep on waiting for the last star.
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