I don't grow up with stories about stars being my fairies that could turn my wishes true, nor the magic behind them. I only remember wondering why these dots of sparkling light were always behind my tail everywhere I went and about which 'guy' that hanged them on the sky...
then I grew up a little, I learned about these cosmics in one of the Science topics called the solar system, and oh- they are called the stars.
However, that didn't immediately stop my curiosity, I was in awe, still am. I feel that part of their being is for a romantic purpose because every single time I look at them, I always hope that the person I love, or long for, or have a crush on is looking at the same dazzling star I am staring at, same goes to the majestic Moon.
Even at this age, I still do the same. I love searching for the brightest star among the bunch, tail it, and keep it on check when I ride a car, or bus- like the star in the picture, it was last night's.
