Maybe he was the sun and I am the moon. Always close but never to touch. But darling, wouldn’t it be just marvelous if we did?

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Vím. Bylo hodně slibů. Už rači nebudou žádné. Ale vězte že stále ještě žiju a nezapomněla jasem na vás.

Maybe he was the sun and I am the moon. Always close but never to touch. But darling, wouldn’t it be just marvellous if we did? And maybe the moon dies every morning to let the sun live and the sun does the same at the dusk? What if moon chases the morning to see the sun for one more time before he goes.

Maybe I’m not the moon. Maybe I’m just another star. But sun is star as well. Maybe we fly through universe and….what? What would happen if we touched? Our little worlds crushed together. Ultimate, unstoppable power. But for what? For one touch ending both of us and everything around?

Maybe we are not that far away as it seems. Like a twin star. Two flames circling each other. Admiring. The world around us comes and goes but we are still the same. And after some time. When we are older and the world slows a bit. Maybe then we start to get closer.

Maybe I am not a star anymore. Maybe I’m just sitting here, gazing at the night sky, looking for you. What if you are one of the stars up there? Starlight I learned to love. My starlight. But how can you expect a star to love you back?

Maybe you are not a star after all.

Maybe you are sitting somewhere, gazing at the same sky, looking for your star.

Maybe your star is not up there.

Maybe you don’t need to gaze to the sky alone.

Maybe your star is here.

Maybe she loves you too.