In a selfish way, Celeste thought she was the only one who could do it. That she wrote things to life. That she was special. She was consumed by her blind optimism, by her overrated idealism, that she was the only one who loved him that way. But then he went and opened her eyes to the painful, heartbreaking truth: she wasn't the only star in the sky.
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Written Constellations
PoetryA constellation of prose, poetry, and verses spun together for a galaxy of love, life, heartache, and hope.
