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" A few days back, you asked me why I couldn't hate you."

Sometimes

When it's too dark

When the stars don't shine

I find myself lost.

When I was a, I would wish for something every time I saw a shooting star. I would sleep peacefully that night. And the other morning, I would wake up with a broken heart. But I never stopped wishing them and loving them.

Whenever I would find myself stranded alone in the middle of a sea surrounded by dark clouds, I would wish upon the stars to guide me home. The very stars that broke my heart.

When I used to run out of words, I used to take shelter in them. They would become my muse, my poetry.

Sometimes,

When I feel lost 

I look up to the stars

So that I can feel home Again.

" A few days back I talked to you in my dreams. It felt so real. "