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Hey… look,” she whispered,

“A star is falling.”

Her finger traced the sky,

as if she could catch light itself.

I didn’t look up.

I held her hand instead,

let the silence sit between us,

soft… unhurried.

Then I found her eyes

and stayed there for a moment longer than needed.

“Dear,” I said, quietly,

“You don’t have to chase falling stars…

You are the star for me.

And I—

I fall for you every time.”