Last night, I looked up at the sky full of stars.
In the quiet of the night, I began choosing each one—
every star representing a reason why I love him.
One for his gentle eyes,
one for the smile that makes my heart flutter,
one for the way he quietly cares,
and one for how he makes me feel like the most special person in the world.
I kept choosing, from the brightest stars to the faintest ones at the edge of the sky.
Each reason appeared clearly in my heart—
like a silent melody, like a painting drawn with emotion.
I couldn’t count how many stars I had chosen.
I only knew my hands were full, my heart was full,
and the sky was slowly running out.
Until I realized:
there were no stars left.
I had chosen them all.
Not because my love for him had run out,
but because the sky wasn’t wide enough
to hold all the reasons I love him.
And I smiled, knowing:
true love isn’t measured by the number of stars,
but by the infinity of feeling.
The sky may run out of stars,
but my heart will never stop loving.
