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It’s easy for them not to try when their love shines as bright as the Northern Star. I’m thinking about you and I can’t stop wishing you were right next to me all the time. But you’re just too blind to see the story we make when we’re together. I hate that I sometimes think that you hate the idea of us being together. There’s no use to try to ask for something more. Your eyes tell a story when you smile. You could be the star in the movie called “My Life”. Maybe over time you’ll change your mind and stop denying what I feel for you. I have to stop being scared that you might start to hate everything I do. We’re not like that. Time can only prove how eternal we are. Try to see me as more than just a star in your night sky. I can be your moon and our story doesn’t have to end. We don’t have to be a short story a seventh grader wrote. Our clocks don’t have to stop ticking. We can last forever just like a star does in the sky. Even though it died years ago, we don’t hate it because it still illuminates the cold nights. Can you try to imagine us together? I’m not wasting my time no matter how much you say I am. One time, I remember, you said you were writing your first story and I asked you if you were going to try to include me in it. You begged me to stop and to go away. You screamed, “I hate you, you freak.” and I felt like a star falling from the sky. People think a star can solve all of their problems. But the time you got the restraining order proved that you hate letting other forces solve your problems. And the story you tell about me is just lies now. I won’t stop loving everything you do even if you don’t try. I try to love the fact that you’re now a star. But I can’t stop thinking about you all the time, and that maybe your story, “The Stalker”, is based on hate.