He loved the stars. He loved each one of them dearly. He could name them all. Digit by digit all the billion and trillions. Story by line. The brightness. The light. The warmth.

She was a star. The brightest one. He memorized her as a star. With each trillion cell and each thousand blink. But she was light and she was dark. Unquantifiable. Innumerable. Without comprehension of what she meant to him, she disappeared with each sunrise. And he counted them, each star under her name, each sunset she went away. He loved stars. But the stars were too far away.

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