My star, my comet, my little piece of heaven.
Between over a million stars, there was that little star, a little comet, which was so weak at first, i could hardly see it due to the light of the other stars, which were brighter than it, stronger than it. Then, i chose it as my favorite star, and i promised to make it so strong and bright like the other stars. And even brighter, even stronger. I wanted to give my little star a story to tell to others when they'd see it, so they'd be inspired from it, and create their stories, their reality, their fantasy. So, every night i used to sit in my balcony or on the roof, and i was telling stories of my own life, mistakes i made, chances i lost, but also fairytales, own stories with happy endings, whispering a sad or a happy song just for company, and making wishes at it, until the dawn, or even sleep on the roof hearing it singing me lullabies for sweet dreams, or it took care of me while i was sleeping so nothing would bother me, and doing his best to shine so bright so the only r...