when you look up to the stars and there's that little shred of hope, that little ounce of desire, that your special someone is looking up the same time you are.

There’s as many atoms in a single molecule of your DNA as there are stars in the typical galaxy. We are, each of us, a little universe.

Have you ever imagined walking with me? A long walk on an empty road, on a cold night. Where there is no one around, except us. My hand touches yours, in the name of sweet accidents. The stars decide to shine and the galaxies decide to burst inside me, instead of the sky. And all of a sudden, my hands try to play with your fingers. Until my fingers fill the gaps between yours.

Constant love despite almost impossible anti-clamix towards this place of the rising sun...

Love is only one fine star away.

There could be shadow galaxies, shadow stars, and even shadow people.