Stars

My lover gave me a star yesterday. She calls me her star. Perhaps it is purely ironic that my first email address was “starrs”. I wish I could figure out what it is about the idea of stars that makes me want to aspire to that. Right now it’s purely her characterization of me in that way, but I have wanted that characterization since long before I met her. It’s funny how deeply some things can affect one. I feel so recognized, so valued, and so loved, because she made this effort, and because she recognized something in me that I had forgotten I had wanted.