I admire the stars, but not because they look like shattered glasses scattered beautifully in the floor of darkness. I admire the stars, but not because they seem uncountable like happy nights I've tolerated without you. And I admire the stars, not because they appear untouchable like yours hands the day we got parted.

I admire the stars because they remind me of your eyes---watching over me, winking at me encouragingly, when all there is left to do is go after you.

– John