Stars Unclaimed
“I love her like the stars,” he whispered to himself one night, tears tracing constellations on his cheeks, “Beautiful, infinite but never mine.”
Yet, as he looked up at the sky, he realized something bittersweet—the stars didn’t belong to anyone, but they still lit up the darkness. So he loved her quietly, endlessly, knowing some things are meant to be admired, not possessed.
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