whatice@𝒽𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸ℯIf I were the moon, would you still look for the stars? Only if you'll promise me to shine forever. But what if I can'* shine forever? Does it matter? Our lives are temporary, so are those stars; they will burn out, and yet people like you still look for them in the night sky. If something so temporary can mean so much, then maybe the most important things are the ones we can'* keep forever—the most important things, like you. I cherish you to the end of my heart.