How do you feel when you look at the stars?

Writers tend to get emotional when we talk about looking at stars, right?

In that vein, I feel small when I look at stars.

I wonder how many people have made a wish on the same star that I have.

And if their wishes came true for them.

And if theirs came true, is there room enough for me to have my mine come true?

Or is there some hard and fast rule that if you wish on a star, it can only grant a wish for one person in all of history? That’s when their light get snuffed out. They perish.

Maybe I’ll find that one star that will grant my request.

I feel like this is a story here…