# Gentle Touch of the Heart
## Prologue
Every night, I’d look up at the night sky, hoping for the impossible and wishing for the unattainable. Every night, I’d look up at those twinkling stars. Each one burning a different color of perfection. Each star glistening and pulsing, sending photons thousands of light-years into my pupil, while I have no idea the size or distance of that star. None of the stars have a conscious, or even any perception of thought or sign of a soul, but I look upon them for advice, cause every night I dream of you. An idea at first, a flutter of a thought and on I went with my day. But as my eyes conversed with those stars, and the silent embrace they gave me as answers, I yearned. I needed that idea to be more than just a pulse of neurons every time I smelled a certain scent. I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. I got lost in that idea so much that I started to see you everywhere. Just hints of your dress as you walked around a corner or a strand of hair on a crowded sidewalk. Hints of perfection manifested in my average, everyday life. But those little twines of glistening heaven grew larger, more bold. Your face haunted my dreams. The pictures on my walls. Your voice a eerie siren call to an abyss I could not enter. I wish you were real, I need you to be real. So, if you will not come to me, I decided to pack my bags to go to you. Don’t worry about my past life, you have taken over every follicle and essence, it was nothing but you anyways. I won’t be long, my love. We’ll be by each other’s side forever. An eternity plus one. You and me.