When I was little I had a window seat in my bedroom. It probably wasn't a real window seat but I was 8 and could sit comfortably on it with my knees drawn up under my chin.
Sometimes, I'd write messages to passersby letting them know just how much I loved Jon Bon Jovi.
But mostly, I'd sit and stare at the stars. I loved how peaceful they made me feel.
I would imagine that they were the souls of those who had passed on, watching over us as we slept.
I mean, how great is that?
Our own personal guardian angels.
As I grew up and let reality take over my life, I realized that this wasn't a real thing.
However, when I see pictures like this:
The realist in me tells me it's not, but my childhood self whispers "just maybe."
And whether it is or it isn't, I like to think that two more stars are soon joining the sky to watch over, guide, and shine ever so bright.
After all, who wouldn't want to be a star?
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