some days I look into the night skies and stare into the sublime beauty of the stars. But somethings missing, my favorite star. This particular star has a different type of beauty. Not just the sublime beauty as every other star has, but the beauty of something worth everyone’s time looking at. So I think to myself again, “Where is my favorite star?” In that moment I feel someone grazing their hand against mine then interlocking their fingers with mine. It’s her, my favorite star.