“Sometimes I want people to look at my heart and like it as much as they like stars. Did that even make sense?” I pause letting out a small laugh as I face my head towards her. “I’m guessing not then.” I can see how hard she is thinking.
“When I first saw you I realised you weren’t just a star you could see anywhere, you were the sun, you made a difference.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so, does that make me your moon?”
I rest my head onto her shoulder.
“I guess it does.”