I want this to work out so, so badly.
I can't describe it.
I hardly know you, but I want you to come home, and I want you to fall in love with me, and I want everything to be okay.
You have a small piece of my heart already; you know that, don't you?
You helped me forget him.
Your words made me strong again, made me live again, smile again.
But even when you come home, you're going to leave again (and again, and again, and again).
I'm happy for you and I'm proud of you and I'm so glad that you're going far in this.
But I can't help but be slightly selfish and want you for myself.
I'll wait for you. I cross my heart.
Please, when you come home, see me, care about me, be with me.
Be my Stars, because I'll be yours.
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