So vast are the stars we lay beneath. Seemingly impossible to create a sense of reality with them but also impossible to imagine a world become so dark without. A description so similar to my own identity, my own story, my own love, my own life. How can I compare something so other worldly to the meaninglessness of everyday life? The answer is simple but the story is vast and mysterious much like the stars. The story although mundane speaks of a love that fought beyond to create light in a world of darkness.