This not a letter of on requited love or a letter filled with hate. It’s maybe a letter filled with longing or missing something we all take for granted. It’s for the stars. Living in a brightly lit city I no longer get to gaze upon you with wonder as I have in my younger years to be consumed by your beauty as I have not so long ago. I may see one or two of you peeking out of the brightly city skies but I no longer can see you in all your glory. I did luck out however, as I spent the night in the country not so long ago and was again embraced with your beauty. In my darkest hour, when i have given up all faith in god and everything in life, alone I did not wish upon the brightest of you but the dimmest, covered by the clouds of the Midwestern summer night. Feeling a breeze kiss my skin like in my earlier years that awakened me and made me feel alive and I thought a silent thought to myself, if there was a god give me a sign, perhaps a shooting star. I never prayed to god of this it was just a thought and as I sat there looking into the sky trying to think of all the small things in life I have all my wonderful friends and such out of the sky appeared a shooting star and then I felt a sudden warmth of god’s love around me and a restored faith in god and in all the unexplained beauty of the world.