“Do you ever think of me when you look up at the moon and the stars? When you look into the horizon as the sun sets? We’re looking at the same sun, and the stars may burn brighter where you are, but I can’t see them, and they’re still there. I spend nights trying to see the stars that you see, but I end up seeing you in the stars instead.”

“Do you ever think of me when you look up at the moon and the stars? When you look into the horizon as the sun sets? We’re looking at the same sun, and the stars may burn brighter where you are, but I can’t see them, and they’re still there. I spend nights trying to see the stars that you see, but I end up seeing you in the stars instead.”

— Karen Quan