Oh how I adore the safe, sweet assurance of knowing exactly who I'm meant to be. Everywhere I look, I see the subtle glances, furtive smiles and blank stares. Sometimes I'm tempted to envy, but on nights like this, it is still a blessing to sit in a room alone, and know that I'm me.
"Why bother staring at the stars? Only fools believe they grant wishes." She murmured softly, shaking her head with a furrowed brow.
"What you say may be true. Perhaps only fools believe; but those who never watch the stars will often find themselves lost. Sometimes wishing is enough in its own right, with no thought of the 'coming true.'"
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