I wrote you poetry after poetry, I read you stories of lovers falling in love. You have always said that action speaks louder than words. And I have been trying my whole life to do just that, saying "I love you"s without my words but I guess I'm just not your lucky star. When we were little, we used to wish upon shooting stars and each time, I would peeked my eyes open to see you. In my world you are my star, you are my wish come true. I could have infinite ways of saying how much you meant to me, I could have the stars bear witness of my love and but I am not her. The twinkle in your eyes whenever you talk about her reminds me of the 10 year old you talking about solar systems and the vast open space. Maybe you've found a galaxy in her eyes, while I am just a stray meteor caught in your orbit.